He could feel Cas’ heart beat once, and then the grand pause. Another beat. He raised the camera to his eye, staring through the view finder. The framed pictures on the wall were blurring together, spilling out of their borders and mingling on the dull wallpaper, a watercolor mess. Cas didn’t move. He had to be brave like he couldn't before. It was like watching flowers open in slow motion - That’d he’d always take care of him.He had to be brave. He had to be brave – he had to be brave like he couldn’t before. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀He took a breath - His boy. Eyes on the camera - His boy.