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Cas can feel it, more than anything, the strong, pulsing, raw energy of Sam’s soul. But it’s bright, too, physically bright, and it does a thorough job of capturing his attention.

He can’t look away, most days. In the car, in diners, in motel rooms, on jobs, he always finds himself fascinated with the man’s blindingly-bright soul.

Sam keeps giving him odd looks, but Cas doesn’t say anything. Sam will ask, if he wants to know.

Finally, Sam says something. They’re lounging around a motel, Sam on his laptop, half-focused on looking for a case, and Cas watching the weather channel with half an eye and Sam with the rest. “What?” Sam asks, agitated. “Do I have something on my face or something?”

Cas frowns. “Not that I see,” he says.

“Then why won’t you stop staring?” Sam snaps.

“Your soul,” Cas says. “It’s very distracting.”

“You can see it?” Sam asks, squirming a bit at the thoughts.

Cas shrugs. “Not for most people. Not just by looking at them, anyways. But yours…it’s very bright. Like a supernova. It’s intense. Magnetic. Beautiful.”

Sam snorts at the last word.

“It is,” Cas defends hotly. “I may say that I have never seen one more beautiful, and resilient. It’s wonderful to look at.”

Sam looks away.

“Does that bother you?” Cas wonders.

Sam shrugs. “Never exactly heard good things about my soul before.”

“I wish I could show it to you,” Cas says. “I wish I could show you how beautiful it is. But I suppose you shall have to take my word for it.”

Sam still looks like he doubts him, so Cas resolves to tell him as often as possible, until it starts to sink in.