Short little fic-like thing
Title: Lost Wings
Fandom|Pairing: Supernatural|very vague Dean/Castiel, I suppose?
Rating|Warning: G, maybe? Nothing bad here. Just a sense of angst, I suppose.
Quick Note: I hit random on my iTunes, all songs, and it landed on "Lost Wings" by Kajiura Yuki... really, the song is so much cuter and happier, but this was all I could get out of the title. So, my apologies; I make no promises, but I will do my best ^^
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Disclaimer: Not my characters, they belong to Eric Kripke.
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It had hurt. Hurt in the most agonizing way imaginable. He just felt it all burn, his feathers blackening, bones snapping and flesh tearing. It wasn't until Castiel awoke that he experienced the sense of absolute loss. Lost and in pain. He winced, the burning and aching still trying to replace what was once his wings. His throat tightened, as he balled his hands into fists, dry leaves crunching underneath him, the cold hard ground unyielding as Castiel choked out a cry. It hurt. It hurt so much.
It wasn't until he heard a familiar voice shouting his name, or at least the shortened version he had christened him with. Loud approaching footsteps, and a heavy form immediately joined Castiel on the ground, and Castiel felt himself being lifted, and he was pulled into a warm and solid embrace.
It was there, in Dean's arms, that Castiel noticed that he wasn't breathing properly, his breath would catch in his throat in desperate sobs, his hands no longer cold but no less tense, clutching at the sturdy material of Dean's jacket. Dean's arm was wrapped, low around his waist when Castiel cried in pain, and his other hand buried in Castiel's hair, pressing Castiel's face against his shoulder.
Castiel continued to bawl, dimly aware that Sam was also present, but he could barely pay him any mind; he had lost his wings. Dean was swaying him gently and whispering softly, words that Castiel couldn't quite decipher, but was still grateful for.
Dean's shoulder was warm and damp from Castiel's tears but he didn't seem to mind. It wasn't until Castiel's breathing had steadied and the tears had stopped that Dean spoke tenderly into Castiel's hair, "let's go home, okay?"
Castiel closed his eyes to avoid lifting his gaze heavenward. "Home," he muttered, laughing mirthlessly.
Dean carefully released Castiel, pulling away slightly. "Yeah, home," he said firmly. "Me, you, and Sammy are gonna go home, get you cleaned up while Sammy gets us food, and we'll figure all this out. Sound good?"
Castiel stared into Dean's eyes, searching for a sign of fear, doubt, or even a simple lie; Dean only stared back, his gaze only speaking of unwavering sincerity. Once Castiel nodded in agreement, Dean gestured for Sam to help him up. As they made their way back to Dean's car, Sam quietly asked if Castiel needed to be carried after noting the waver in Castiel's steps.
Shaking his head, Castiel settled for Sam holding his arm gently; as both Winchesters lead Castiel to the car, Castiel glanced skyward and flinched as his back flared with pain. Heaven was no longer within reach.
But his home, his home was right here.
All Done.
Fandom|Pairing: Supernatural|very vague Dean/Castiel, I suppose?
Rating|Warning: G, maybe? Nothing bad here. Just a sense of angst, I suppose.
Quick Note: I hit random on my iTunes, all songs, and it landed on "Lost Wings" by Kajiura Yuki... really, the song is so much cuter and happier, but this was all I could get out of the title. So, my apologies; I make no promises, but I will do my best ^^
~~~
Disclaimer: Not my characters, they belong to Eric Kripke.
~~~
It had hurt. Hurt in the most agonizing way imaginable. He just felt it all burn, his feathers blackening, bones snapping and flesh tearing. It wasn't until Castiel awoke that he experienced the sense of absolute loss. Lost and in pain. He winced, the burning and aching still trying to replace what was once his wings. His throat tightened, as he balled his hands into fists, dry leaves crunching underneath him, the cold hard ground unyielding as Castiel choked out a cry. It hurt. It hurt so much.
It wasn't until he heard a familiar voice shouting his name, or at least the shortened version he had christened him with. Loud approaching footsteps, and a heavy form immediately joined Castiel on the ground, and Castiel felt himself being lifted, and he was pulled into a warm and solid embrace.
It was there, in Dean's arms, that Castiel noticed that he wasn't breathing properly, his breath would catch in his throat in desperate sobs, his hands no longer cold but no less tense, clutching at the sturdy material of Dean's jacket. Dean's arm was wrapped, low around his waist when Castiel cried in pain, and his other hand buried in Castiel's hair, pressing Castiel's face against his shoulder.
Castiel continued to bawl, dimly aware that Sam was also present, but he could barely pay him any mind; he had lost his wings. Dean was swaying him gently and whispering softly, words that Castiel couldn't quite decipher, but was still grateful for.
Dean's shoulder was warm and damp from Castiel's tears but he didn't seem to mind. It wasn't until Castiel's breathing had steadied and the tears had stopped that Dean spoke tenderly into Castiel's hair, "let's go home, okay?"
Castiel closed his eyes to avoid lifting his gaze heavenward. "Home," he muttered, laughing mirthlessly.
Dean carefully released Castiel, pulling away slightly. "Yeah, home," he said firmly. "Me, you, and Sammy are gonna go home, get you cleaned up while Sammy gets us food, and we'll figure all this out. Sound good?"
Castiel stared into Dean's eyes, searching for a sign of fear, doubt, or even a simple lie; Dean only stared back, his gaze only speaking of unwavering sincerity. Once Castiel nodded in agreement, Dean gestured for Sam to help him up. As they made their way back to Dean's car, Sam quietly asked if Castiel needed to be carried after noting the waver in Castiel's steps.
Shaking his head, Castiel settled for Sam holding his arm gently; as both Winchesters lead Castiel to the car, Castiel glanced skyward and flinched as his back flared with pain. Heaven was no longer within reach.
But his home, his home was right here.
All Done.