Roadside DinerSam shifted on the barstool, grimacing. "You calling him?" he said, poking his mostly wilted salad around with his fork.
"Dude, don't pick at your food, you're not seven anymore," Dean shot back, pacing a little as he held his cellphone to his ear. "And yeah, I- Cas? Hey, buddy, we need you to get your ass over to- What? No, don't do that, of course she was freaked out, you can't just tell someone that their grandmother is resting peacefully, people don't say things like that to people they don't know "
Sam grinned a little, continuing to stab and push around his salad. Dean rolled his eyes. "What is with angels, man?" he whispered. "No, Cas, I wasn't talking to you, I was Okay, look, we're over at Red Hot Diner off the interstate near-"
There was a flutter of wings, and Cas was suddenly standing in between Sam and Dean. The very small space in between Sam and Dean. Dean immedi
PerditionThe heat was searing, the air thick with ash and soot and screams. His body whirled through the long strings of rusted chains, a body of light in the midst of darkness.
Find him. The orders had been clear. Simple and sweet, so different from how the task was actually turning out.
Angels weren't supposed to be in Hell.
Castiel searched, his mind determined and pulsing. His squadron was still clumped together, but their numbers had lessened. From time to time, a horde of demonic smoke would hurl itself into their midst, interrupting their mission.
As they sped onwards, going deeper and deeper into the fire and the darkness, one such horde flanked them. One demon came straight at Castiel, a cruel blade emerging as a semi-corporeal body formed from the dust. Castiel instinctively turned and brandished his own sword, the holy light that made up his body clenching together into matter.
The demon, vaguely humanoid no
I Dreamt of WaterI dreamt of water
Cool and clear
No bubbles rose
No soul was near
We met again
Inside the lake
Where flowers bloom
Three mermaids take
This love of mine
From my arms
His hair so fine
His lips so warm
Before my eyes
They took a knife
And fashioned him
A marine life
A cloud of red
Rose from his lips
And scales did spread
From his white hips
His hair grew thick
Like knotted rope
His lips grew cold
As he lost hope
They say he drowned
Slipped that day
Into the water
And there he lays
But I know better
Because, you see,
I dreamt of water
And mermaids three
After the Fall"I've been expecting you," came a voice from behind the high-backed chair.
Sebastian Moran stopped in the doorway, his heavy coat only half off.
"Knock it off, Jim, I've had a hard day," he muttered, shaking off the other coat sleeve and kicking off his boots.
"Oh, the little soldier had a tough day," the voice cooed sarcastically.
Sebastian hung up the coat, frowning slightly. The suicide had gone off without a hitch, so why did he have this sick feeling in the pit of his stomach?
"You kind of left me up there. Could've let me know I could disengage?"
The voice was silent.
"I said, you could've let me know," he repeated, his voice tinged with anger now.
The fire flickered, the only light source in the dusty old room. Sebastian peeled off his leather gloves, eyeing his prized kill, a Siberian tiger, mounted high on the wall.
"Hey, you listening?" Sebastian hissed, his ears burning a little. "You always let me know, what was the prob-"
Reading is Fundamental: A PoemThreads are unraveling
From tangles and knots
In this cold, sterile building
Of tables and cots
A sudden awakening
A caretaker dark
Are heaven compared
To the scars and the marks
So long a soldier
I have paid my fees
The war can continue
But I watch the bees
Happy Birthday, Sammy!"Shut up and help," someone hissed.
Sam blinked, his eyes bleary, and rolled over in his bed. He didn't know what the hell Dean was doing, but it was cutting into his precious four hours of sleep.
"You call me here to use my angelic powers for this?" said someone else at a normal volume.
"Quiet, you'll wake him up," Dean whispered. "Anyway, what's a bit of flying to you? Be sure to get Bobby before"
"Sam's awake, Dean," Cas announced, and then disappeared.
Dean fell silent, and Sam could hear him edging towards the bed. He quickly shut his eyes and steadied his breathing. He could sense Dean looking at him.
"Bullshit, Sam's sleeping like a Dammit, Cas, stop disappearing like that, it gives me the creeps," Dean sighed.
Sam smirked, his eyes still closed. There was a flutter of wings. "You coulda just told me where you were," Bobby muttered, "I got a car. This fancy angel apparate no
Coffee Break"Here," Dean said, setting down the coffee cup. Cas looked at it.
"It's coffee," Dean said, raising his eyebrows. "You ordered it. You're supposed to drink it ?"
"I know what it is," Cas said sharply. "I'm intelligent. I just"
Dean sat down at the small table, his legs accidentally knocking into Castiel's. He grimaced. "Fucking small smartass college coffee"
"I'm just not sure how caffeine will affect Jimmy," Cas finished.
Dean looked up at him. "Oh, yeah, your vessel. Well caffeine makes you more hyper? I don't know, I always preferred a bit of liquid courage over liquid yappy dog."
"That doesn't make sense, courage is a trait and a yappy dog is an animal, how are those even comparable to liquids or to each other?" Cas said.
Dean looked at Cas. "Just drink your damn coffee," he retorted.
"How long is Sam going to be busy, anyway," Cas said, cau
Sorry"Okay, Cas, we're going to play this board game. It's called Sorry or something. How the Hell do you play this thing "
Dean glared at the instructions, then tossed the box lid aside. "Okay, screw this, let's just play. The doctor says you need stimulation or something? I don't know. Sam's taking care of some third-rate monster right now, so we have some time. So let's play this thing."
Cas stared forward. Dean faltered a little bit.
"Uh okay. You can be blue, you like blue right? And I'll be yellow- okay, no, yellow sucks. Uh, I'll be red."
Dean placed the pieces on the board, carefully arranging the cards.
"Okay, you have four, I have four. You get five cards," Dean put five cards facedown by Cas, who still didn't move. Dean paused, looking at the angel. Cas looked deflated. Cas looked small.