deaths-lil-angel

"Cas...stop this!!!" Dean screamed. He hammered his fist into the cold, damp grass. Tears fell from his angry eyes as he turned to face the angel that controlled him. "Why stop me Dean?" Castiel asked simply. "I aim to give this world the ruler it deserves. Humanity is nothing but sheep in need of a Sheppard." "And you think humanity will listen to you?" Dean growled, approaching Cas with hostility. "I will make them listen." With this Castiel opened a small window in the world that lay inside Dean. Through the window Dean could see Sam, trapped within the walls of the sinking ship. "And I will start with you, Dean." "No!!" Dean shouted

The Impala moved sensually down the highway. The sound of the purring engine would normally put Sam in a calming mood. This was not one of those times. He gripped the steering wheel as if he were glued and his eyes were stuck on the long strip of asphalt before him. He could not think of anything but Dean. Did Castiel take over him? Did Dean run away to protect Sam? There was no note, no sign that he had ever been there. Sam's face turned white and he slammed the brakes to pull over. He ran his fingers through his hair and stared at the car's console. He had no idea what he was doing. Sam closed his eyes for a moment. He breathed in the air

Sam sat cross-legged on the floor, head against the wall and eyes to the ceiling. The books that littered his lap bore no fruit. There was absolutely nothing that he could find to help Dean. He brought his hands to his face and rubbed at his weary eyes. He had no idea how late it was but his body could feel it. The young hunter's lower back ached fiercely and he shoulders felt tight. It was time for bed. The young Winchester rose to his feet, stretching with a large yawn. He began to make his way down the hall. He paused in his step in front of the angel room. Sam pushed the door open silently. just enough to see Dean. Dean was on his knees

Dean stared at the wall so intently it was as if he was trying to knock it over with his mind. His hands had wrung themselves together into a sweaty mess. He waited for Sam to come back in the room, to have an answer for whatever the hell just happened. Sam always had an answer, if not then he had a plan. That's how the roles were balanced between them. Dean was the muscle, the hard-headed care-taker, the one who took the most risks. Sam was the nerd, the baby brother, the one who could figure out how to save the world hundreds and hundreds of times over. His hands began to shake and he brought them up to his mouth. His eyes closed as he tri

The three men sat in a circle. Their Sunday best becoming ragged and slowly shedding as several bottles of whiskey were passed between them. They each had big goofy grins and even Dean could find the happiness in his day. They drank to Cas's memory and then drank to each other's health. Every time they finished a bottle Crowley will make a new one appear out of thin air. "Hold on hold on!!" Dean shouted, forcing himself to stand up and stumble to the radio, "We...umm...we need to play...Cas's song!" Sam stayed in his seat, laughing at his older brother. Crowley stood and huddled over Dean, watching him attempt to read all of the records and