i live in my own world where dean and cas always end up happy together
what if purgatory was a hall of mirrors. what if its cleansing fires were not of flames but of the burning in your stomach as you glimpse and endless series of regrets in the reflection of all the lives you did not lead.
what if purgatory is not a forest, but the memory of a forest. a place where people came together to fall apart and home to the tired words of “You need new friends, Cas” and the reply, “I’m trying to save the ones I have, Dean”. but what if in this mirror it was different, where these people had made admissions and amends and released tension by talking and made way then and there for something new. what if.
and there are a dozen more worlds like this. a hundred. a hundred mirrors and a hundred ways where they fixed themselves like they never did out there, in the real world. in the world where things were not easy and things did not always work, but then they were thrust into here and they saw a hundred ways it did work, could work still.
a mirror’s image is only as good as the light it reflects; the potential in there existed out here and by the time Dean and Castiel get back to earth and back to home they’ve realised part of that home is choosing each other.