Note: This drabble was actually from a dream I had earlier this summer and just now deciding to share since I'm doing nothing with it. - Sharys
“Is it over?” the voice is gruff, weary, and ever so slightly hopeful. I turn to look up the street and there’s Cas, in white hospital scrubs and a dirty trenchcoat. There’s a light mist of blood on his
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