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(about this, and one bit of this)
When I was younger I used to think in sounds and colours and shapes and smells and emotion. Nowadays I think with a lot more words. I’m not sure on the scientific reasoning for it, but I think that’s something to do with synesthesia, where some people can taste smells and see noises, among other things. Apparently it’s more common in autistic people. I get my senses confused, especially when I’m in sensory overload. Like if the lights are too bright in a room, I want to cover my ears because it’s too loud.
If Cas thinks in colours then can see that working three ways: a) he’s an angelic being, incomprehensible to the average psychic, b) he doesn’t think like most people do (hence reaffirming my autistic headcanon), c) gay unicorn rainbows everywhere. c:
A wise man once told me, “Family don’t end in blood.” But it doesn’t start there, either. Family cares about you, not what you can do for them. Family’s there through the good, bad—all of it. They got your back… even when it hurts. That’s family.