I hope he didn’t throw it away.
Castiel didn’t understand why the ring was so important. It was insignificant. A small gold band, purchased from a jeweler on the corner of West Avenue and Marple Street for two hundred dollars just under a month before the Novak’s wedding. But Castiel felt his vessel’s heart clench when he closed his fingers around the ring, intending to drop it in the gutter as he turned from Jimmy’s home.
And Castiel hesitated.
Just for a moment, just long enough to slip the ring off and tuck it in the front pocket of the suit Jimmy had been wearing when he became Castiel’s vessel.
The ring stayed there, through Castiel’s first meeting with Dean Winchester (and, he told himself, if he had patted his front pocket after being stabbed by Dean, it was only to reassure Jimmy that the ring was undamaged.), through the clashes with demons that usually left Castiel worse for wear, through the moment when Castiel first felt (what he later realised to be) doubt.
After sometime he got himself into a habit, a habit he knew the other angels would think of as strange. In quiet moments when he waited for his orders, orders he wasn’t even sure were right anymore, he would roll the band from finger to finger; it soothed him in a way that he couldn’t really put into words. When he sat at Dean’s bedside after Alistair’s attack, after Castiel had watched Uriel die, he reached for the ring. But his hands shook so badly that he dropped it and saw it roll under the bed. Jimmy’s voice exploded in his head as Castiel dropped to his knees to search for it. ‘I’ve put up with a lot from you Cas, but so help me God if you lose that ring…do you even understand what that means to me… DO YOU?’’ And as Castiel’s hand closed around the gold band, as Jimmy’s voice fell silent, he understood.
When he crouched over Jimmy wearing the vessel of Claire Novak, when he knew Jimmy was dying, the first thing he did was fumble for the ring. Because, he rationed, even if he had failed to protect Jimmy, even if he had broken every single promise he had made to the man….he could do this one thing for him. He could keep this symbol of Jimmy’s love safe for all eternity. He owed him that much.
“Please, Castiel. Me, just take me. Take me, please.”
“As you wish.”
When Claire came to, her father was gone and there was a weight in her pocket. She thought nothing of it until she shook her jeans out as she changed later that night and heard the clatter of the ring striking the ground. She wears it on a chain around her neck, and when she feels it brush against her skin she thinks of her father, but also of the strange angel who had seemed to contain so much sadness.
Sometimes Castiel’s fingers twitch towards his front pocket, before he remembers and forces his hands to relax. But he can’t help but feel a small pang in his chest (his chest now, not Jimmy’s…Jimmy is gone) at its’ loss.