Right now, I wish I could draw

or take a photo of what I can see before my mind's eye or something. Since last night I've had this post-season 6-finale picture clearly in my mind, and it's so beautiful and heartbreaking, but unfortunately I have no way of getting it out other than trying to describe it:

Imagine a room made entirely of white marble. At least you have to assume it's a room, you can see neither walls nor the ceiling. It just sort of fades away into nothingness. Nothingness that is almost impossible to look at. It is not blinding, like light, but simply... well, nothing.
There are a few steps, maybe four or five, leading to a throne (made of white marble, just like everything else).
On this thrones sits Castiel, exactly how we know him, suit, and crooked tie and trench coat and all. You can see that he is powerful and in control, and at first glance just as cold and beautiful as the stone all around him. But when you look a little closer, look at his eyes, they are still as blue and deep as the ocean, just like they always were. They are still so very Cas. And you can see the loneliness and the pain in them while he stares into the distance.
Right at his feet, a little to his left, sits Balthazar on the top-most step. He is dressed entirely in black, a stark contrast to all the white around them. And he looks up to Castiel with nothing but love and worry. Balthazar looks like he wants to reach out and touch his brother, but he knows that he can't reach him. So he stays there and hopes and prays that somewhere deep down Castiel knows that Balthazar will never leave him. "You always have little old me."

I cannot get this picture out of my head.

Right now, I wish I could draw

or take a photo of what I can see before my mind's eye or something. Since last night I've had this post-season 6-finale picture clearly in my mind, and it's so beautiful and heartbreaking, but unfortunately I have no way of getting it out other than trying to describe it:

Imagine a room made entirely of white marble. At least you have to assume it's a room, you can see neither walls nor the ceiling. It just sort of fades away into nothingness. Nothingness that is almost impossible to look at. It is not blinding, like light, but simply... well, nothing.
There are a few steps, maybe four or five, leading to a throne (made of white marble, just like everything else).
On this thrones sits Castiel, exactly how we know him, suit, and crooked tie and trench coat and all. You can see that he is powerful and in control, and at first glance just as cold and beautiful as the stone all around him. But when you look a little closer, look at his eyes, they are still as blue and deep as the ocean, just like they always were. They are still so very Cas. And you can see the loneliness and the pain in them while he stares into the distance.
Right at his feet, a little to his left, sits Balthazar on the top-most step. He is dressed entirely in black, a stark contrast to all the white around them. And he looks up to Castiel with nothing but love and worry. Balthazar looks like he wants to reach out and touch his brother, but he knows that he can't reach him. So he stays there and hopes and prays that somewhere deep down Castiel knows that Balthazar will never leave him. "You always have little old me."

I cannot get this picture out of my head.