Tuesday: Silence
Hello again! Today's theme is silence. Character introspectives, breaking silence, or no dialogue at all...however you want to interpret it!
Don't forget the rules!
Don't forget the rules!
- Please don’t prompt more than 5 prompts in a row or over 3 prompts per fandom in a row.
- Once someone has answered your prompt, you may prompt again.
- Don't include spoilers in your prompt ( Read more... )
His face should hurt. Hell, it should be black and blue and red with streaks of crusted maroon all over it. From what he remembers, he shouldn't be able to see out of at least one of his eyes. And there definitely should not be bird song echoing serenely over the field as an angel who should be dead, but isn't, leans carefully over him.
He refuses to hear the words that are probably coming out of that mouth. He refuses to see the older man lying prone on the ground feet away from him, carefully feeling over stomach, shoulders, chest and face.
The wind touches everything around him, ruffling grasses and waving mirthfully between between branches. His skin is still hot and moist from his earlier beating. He can't decide if he doesn't feel the breeze, or if it actually can't touch him. Then he realizes, it doesn't matter.
The world didn't end. At least one of their angels wasn't sacrificed to the greater good. The only man who had truly acted like a father his entire life grumbled gruffly to himself as he tried to stand up. But...
His world was over. Castiel's words couldn't reach him, Bobby's hug didn't touch him. And the sun would never warm him again.
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