The Lateness of the Hour
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Even as a child, Castiel didn’t sleep well. He would toss and turn until the very first light of dawn, when he would finally find a tenuous, restless sleep. His mother often despaired of him, blaming her deadbeat husband for everything that was unusual about her son.
“He passed on all the bad genes,” she’d told him once, tucking him into bed and ignoring his mumbled protests. “You, my son, will be like him. An outcast poet. Too caught up in your own tortured soul to realize that life is going on around you.”
It was said without bitterness, simply a calm kind of resignation.
Naomi had passed away two years later. His father hadn’t shown up to the funeral, and Castiel had never become much of a poet.
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