Stars...part 6/?
Title: Stars
Author fate_incomplete
Character(s)/Pairing: Castiel, Dean
Rating: PG
Word Count: 440
Summary: The one insistent voice Castiel can't ignore...
A/N: Written for my spn_30snapshots prompt Stars. Masterpost here: The more I understand, the further I fall.
Darkness fell. Castiel remained sitting next to the stream. His maudlin thoughts welcoming the darkness as it enveloped him. He lent his head back against the stone, feeling its warmth slowly fade with the coldness of the night. It seemed like a metaphor for his existence.
He opened his eyes and watched the stars overhead, yet another metaphor. Stars that humanity had once worshipped, enamoured with their beauty. Yet they were cold and distant. Untouchable and unknowable, much as the angels were. He may respect humanity, and given all he had to save them, yet could he ever truly belong here amongst them? He was far from human, yet even amongst his brothers he felt alien.
He sighed and closed his eyes. He had told Dean once that all he saw inside him was pain, guilt, anger and confusion. That he didn’t understand what was so worth saving. All he had wanted to do was to help Dean, to ease his burdens. He wasn’t quite sure he had helped at all.
His thoughts were interrupted by his cell phone ringing. He took the phone out of his pocket and stared at it. When it stopped ringing a message popped up saying he had 17 unheard voice messages. He flipped the phone shut again. His fingers idly toyed with it as he thought about tossing it into the stream. He sighed again, putting it back in his pocket instead, and went back to staring at the stars.
The stars couldn't hold his attention now though. He gave in and took his phone back out and listened to the last message, 'damn it Cas, answer your damn phone....I'm just gonna keep calling'. He listened to all 17 messages, all from Dean, getting progressively more annoyed at his lack of response.
He wanted to call Dean back, but stubbornly held onto the thought that Dean would be more likely to find peace without him. However with Dean firmly in his thoughts, he felt a prickling sensation in the back of his consciousness. He tried to ignore it, but the insistence made it nearly impossible. It was a prayer, not to heaven or to god, but to him. He looked back at the stars one last time, unable to continued to ignore both his emotions and the voice he could hear clearly now. He teleported away.
He appeared in Bobby's junk yard.
"Well it's about damn time, I've been yelling at you for hours," Dean said impatiently as soon as he appeared.
"Hello Dean," Castiel said in his usual deadpan greeting.
"You know it'd be a lot easier if you just answered your phone," Dean said hoarsely.
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