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A SuperWho Story - Change in the AirTwo weeks ago, Dean had said he was going for a drive. He didn’t come back.
Sam knew Dean was torn up about Cas being stuck in purgatory, but he’d never just up and left before; not for this long anyway. Dean went strange whenever something was wrong with Cas. He got quiet and sad. It was obvious that he tried not to show it, but the pain leaked through his eyes – the sadness shone through and Sam knew that Cas wasn’t just a friend to Dean. He had to be more. Sam didn’t know how much hope there was for Cas, but he prayed to him, every night, begging him to come back. He needed to see his brother again.
Sam didn’t even bother trying to sleep anymore. He sipped at his cup of coffee while watching crappy late night TV, when he heard a strange noise from outside. At first he tried to dismiss it as the wind, but it couldn’t be; it just didn’t sound like anything he’d heard before. Sam put down his mug and pulled on his jacket. He opened
Awake - [Destiel OneShot]Hello Dean.
Dean jolted awake. He was breathing heavily as he surveyed the room.
“Cas?” he asked the darkness.
There was no reply, except for the sound of Sam shifting in his sleep. Dean rested his head back on the pillow and sighed. He hadn’t seen Cas since he’d first returned from purgatory. Dean felt uneasy about the whole situation; not that he wasn’t extremely happy that Cas was back, but the whole affair seemed… dodgy. He was worried about the angel. He had a bad feeling that something bad was happening, that something was not right.
Dean shifted around in the uncomfortable hotel bed, trying to get some sleep, but with no luck. He got up and to get a glass of water, and as he leant against the sink, he prayed.
“Castiel… hey man, just… get your ass here, will you?”
A second later, there was a familiar rustle, and there the angel stood.
“Hey Cas.” Dean half-smiled.
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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