Please
Title: Please
Author: Undertheblu
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: G
Genre: Drama, Sad, Angsty
Length: Tiniest of Oneshots
Disclaimer: If I owned anything, I probably wouldn’t be here writing about them.
Summary: Dean prays to an absent Castiel.
“Shower.” Dea blurted out as he threw the hotel room’s key on the counter. He strode across the room, not looking back at Sam, not saying anything else. He didn’t want to give Sam the time to speak, the time to ask if he was alright. He shut the bathroom door behind him, trying to make the motion as casual as possible so Sam wouldn’t have anything to bring up later. Once the door was shut he allowed himself a deep sigh before striding over to the shower, with one swift motion he had the water running. Over his shoulder he checked to see if the door was locked, the idea of Sam suddenly walking in was something Dean couldn’t bare to let happen. Not that he really believed that would happen, Sam understood, Sam noticed.
He rested his back against the blue wall, letting his head fall back as he closed his eyes. He sucked in all the air his lungs could hold before his lips parted and he began to whisper, “Cas. Cas, please.”
Dean opened his eyes and looked around franticly, despairing at the emptiness of the room. He sighed again, squeezing his eyes shut, willing the angel to appear.
“Why won’t you come?” He asked, grinding his teeth in frustration, “Why won’t you answer me! I need you. Please, Castiel. Please.”
Again Dean opened his eyes to search around the small room, the silence that filled it was deafening, “Damnit, Cas!” Dean hissed, beginning to pace the small area, “I’m praying to you! You’re suppose to listen when I pray! You’re suppose to care!” His fist lashed out and swung at the little bottles of soap on the sink counter.
On the other side of the door, Sam didn’t even flinch at the crash from the bathroom. It had been like this for a while now, Dean thought he was being inconspicuous about his grief, but Sam saw it all. He half expected to hear Dean start screaming as he busted up the bathroom, but..that wasn’t like him.
“I’ll never pray to you again if you don’t come, “Dean threatened, slamming himself down on the floor, “I’ll never say your name again............Damnit, Cas! Just...just answer me! Please.."
A/N: Like I said: tiniest of fics.
Author: Undertheblu
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: G
Genre: Drama, Sad, Angsty
Length: Tiniest of Oneshots
Disclaimer: If I owned anything, I probably wouldn’t be here writing about them.
Summary: Dean prays to an absent Castiel.
“Shower.” Dea blurted out as he threw the hotel room’s key on the counter. He strode across the room, not looking back at Sam, not saying anything else. He didn’t want to give Sam the time to speak, the time to ask if he was alright. He shut the bathroom door behind him, trying to make the motion as casual as possible so Sam wouldn’t have anything to bring up later. Once the door was shut he allowed himself a deep sigh before striding over to the shower, with one swift motion he had the water running. Over his shoulder he checked to see if the door was locked, the idea of Sam suddenly walking in was something Dean couldn’t bare to let happen. Not that he really believed that would happen, Sam understood, Sam noticed.
He rested his back against the blue wall, letting his head fall back as he closed his eyes. He sucked in all the air his lungs could hold before his lips parted and he began to whisper, “Cas. Cas, please.”
Dean opened his eyes and looked around franticly, despairing at the emptiness of the room. He sighed again, squeezing his eyes shut, willing the angel to appear.
“Why won’t you come?” He asked, grinding his teeth in frustration, “Why won’t you answer me! I need you. Please, Castiel. Please.”
Again Dean opened his eyes to search around the small room, the silence that filled it was deafening, “Damnit, Cas!” Dean hissed, beginning to pace the small area, “I’m praying to you! You’re suppose to listen when I pray! You’re suppose to care!” His fist lashed out and swung at the little bottles of soap on the sink counter.
On the other side of the door, Sam didn’t even flinch at the crash from the bathroom. It had been like this for a while now, Dean thought he was being inconspicuous about his grief, but Sam saw it all. He half expected to hear Dean start screaming as he busted up the bathroom, but..that wasn’t like him.
“I’ll never pray to you again if you don’t come, “Dean threatened, slamming himself down on the floor, “I’ll never say your name again............Damnit, Cas! Just...just answer me! Please.."
A/N: Like I said: tiniest of fics.