Summary: In post-apocalyptic isolation, Castiel nurses Dean back to something like his former self, but will a time come when Dean's recovered --and rediscovered-- too much?
Reasons for Reccing: This is one of those stories that I couldn't ever imagine writing because I'm simply not that creative. The masterful plot certainly isn't the only thing this story has going for it. Castiel's devotion to Dean absolutely took my breath away. There's so much beautiful intimacy and simple pleasures that I almost felt like I was intruding on something private while I was reading. There's an amazing balance of gut-wrenching angst and healing comfort. They don't cancel each other out; you just get the opportunity to truly feel everything.