I cherish every single little moment shared between Cas and Bobby, because they are precious and they mean something. It’s just beautiful how Castiel, an Angel of the Lord, trusts his weight on Bobby and how that trust isn’t betrayed, given the way the old hunter holds him firmly in his arms. Or how Bobby rests a hand on the wounded angel’s shoulder as though saying ‘take it easy there, you’re not all charged up yet’ and then asks him how bad it hurts. Or the way he hesitates to leave Cas alone and powerless with a monster, regardless the fact it’s bound. And even the way he shouts at him like a parent sick of their spoiled kid’s bullshit. This man who twice had to shoot the love of his life and tasted his own father’s contempt; this broken old drunk whose soul Castiel touched such that he could see all the pain and suffering and self-loathing but also all the love and goodness and urge to protect his sons burning fiercely within; this one man with his mere humanity managed to be - through the simplest gestures - more of a fatherly figure to Castiel than God himself ever accomplished. So yeah, unfortunately they never got the chance to bond as strongly as they could have, but nobody’s wrong to say that Bobby is about the closest thing Cas ever had to a father, too.
(via andythanfiction)
