Metanoia: The Darkness Within
Title: Metanoia: The Darkness Within
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Castiel (, Dean)
Spoilers: none
Warnings: none
Word Count: ~500
Summary: Metanoia means 'change of mind and heart' - and Castiel *is* changing. Becoming more human with all the ups and downs of a human life. Fortunately he is not alone: Dean and Sam are there to help and guide and sometimes to suffer or laugh with Castiel.
This Chapter: Not every Angel is filled with light. Sometimes there is just darkness.
Written for spn_30snapshots
Table: Theme 10: A Picture Is Worth A Thousand Words
Prompt: #24 (a brightly shining light bulb in the night)
AN: This the first part of a series of one-shots centered around Castiel becoming more and more human and trying to cope with it.
Darkness. As thick as maple syrup. Engulfing, devouring, swallowing all and everything.
Castiel knows there are entities near. Threatening to attack. But he can't see. For the first time in his long existence he can not see. It is no pleasant feeling. Not exactly fear, but he knows of the imminent danger.
Somewhere there should be a switch. A light switch. On the wall to his... right. Every human building has them. Normally on the left or right side of a door. He gropes his way back to where he knows the archway should be. The Angel reaches out trying to find the switch in the dark.
Somewhere to his left he hears a noise. They are coming nearer. Still wary but getting more courageous every minute. They will attack soon. Far too soon. An unpleasant feeling spreading through his stomach. Anticipation?
Finally he finds the switch. The single light bulb comes to live. The dim light is not strong enough to penetrate the darkness. The filament is is glowing brightly but the emanating light is swallowed as soon as it grows out of the bulb. Only a red shimmer reaching the floor.
Cold fright gripping Castiel's chest. It is too dark to ward them off. He has no weapons anymore, does not carry those of mankind. The Angel can't remember a time when he was so desperately outnumbered by beings stronger than him.
Again there is movement. Castiel spins around and manages to catch sight of a dark wolf-like figure on two feet. Not a werewolf. Something darker. Older. And much more dangerous. They have trapped him here. With no hope to escape. Without his powers.
The light grows dimmer and he spots two other... things. Two more are coming for him from his right side. And there is movement under the table, too.
He wants to pray but his voice is too shaky, hoarse and breaks after the first few words. Terror spreads through the Angel. This is his end. Another creature rears up in the impenetrable shadows. A last time the light bulb flickers then it is dark again and Castiel hears them charging towards him.
His eyes snap open. He is panting heavily - but alive. It is dark, but there is light. The TV is on. Someone is under the shower and he feels the mattress next to him drop. A sleazy motel room.
"Hey, Cas. You're all right?" Dean looks genuine worried, a deep frown on his face and his hand twitching as if it has a will on his own and wants to reach out and touch the Angel.
Castiel sighs, lets himself fall back into the wet pillow and closes his eyes again. He is save.
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Castiel (, Dean)
Spoilers: none
Warnings: none
Word Count: ~500
Summary: Metanoia means 'change of mind and heart' - and Castiel *is* changing. Becoming more human with all the ups and downs of a human life. Fortunately he is not alone: Dean and Sam are there to help and guide and sometimes to suffer or laugh with Castiel.
This Chapter: Not every Angel is filled with light. Sometimes there is just darkness.
Written for spn_30snapshots
Table: Theme 10: A Picture Is Worth A Thousand Words
Prompt: #24 (a brightly shining light bulb in the night)
AN: This the first part of a series of one-shots centered around Castiel becoming more and more human and trying to cope with it.
Darkness. As thick as maple syrup. Engulfing, devouring, swallowing all and everything.
Castiel knows there are entities near. Threatening to attack. But he can't see. For the first time in his long existence he can not see. It is no pleasant feeling. Not exactly fear, but he knows of the imminent danger.
Somewhere there should be a switch. A light switch. On the wall to his... right. Every human building has them. Normally on the left or right side of a door. He gropes his way back to where he knows the archway should be. The Angel reaches out trying to find the switch in the dark.
Somewhere to his left he hears a noise. They are coming nearer. Still wary but getting more courageous every minute. They will attack soon. Far too soon. An unpleasant feeling spreading through his stomach. Anticipation?
Finally he finds the switch. The single light bulb comes to live. The dim light is not strong enough to penetrate the darkness. The filament is is glowing brightly but the emanating light is swallowed as soon as it grows out of the bulb. Only a red shimmer reaching the floor.
Cold fright gripping Castiel's chest. It is too dark to ward them off. He has no weapons anymore, does not carry those of mankind. The Angel can't remember a time when he was so desperately outnumbered by beings stronger than him.
Again there is movement. Castiel spins around and manages to catch sight of a dark wolf-like figure on two feet. Not a werewolf. Something darker. Older. And much more dangerous. They have trapped him here. With no hope to escape. Without his powers.
The light grows dimmer and he spots two other... things. Two more are coming for him from his right side. And there is movement under the table, too.
He wants to pray but his voice is too shaky, hoarse and breaks after the first few words. Terror spreads through the Angel. This is his end. Another creature rears up in the impenetrable shadows. A last time the light bulb flickers then it is dark again and Castiel hears them charging towards him.
His eyes snap open. He is panting heavily - but alive. It is dark, but there is light. The TV is on. Someone is under the shower and he feels the mattress next to him drop. A sleazy motel room.
"Hey, Cas. You're all right?" Dean looks genuine worried, a deep frown on his face and his hand twitching as if it has a will on his own and wants to reach out and touch the Angel.
Castiel sighs, lets himself fall back into the wet pillow and closes his eyes again. He is save.