Castiel Is

Yet here he sits, lost between one moment and the next, a grain of sand against a mountain in an hourglass, a drop of water in the ocean. He fights to stay in the present, but a being of the ancients can only hold on to each second so tight. They seem to both stretch eons and disappear in a blink. He's found himself skipping forward hours at a time, simply thinking and not thinking at all. Pleasantly numb to the things around him while acutely aware of anything he might need to be looking for.He is an angel, but lately, he is also simply a man.-Or my excuse to study castiel like a bug under a microscope