Wind...part 2/?
Title: Wind
Author fate_incomplete
Character(s)/Pairing: Castiel
Rating: PG
Word Count: 400
Summary: How do you find an answer when you don't know what the question is?.
A/N: Written for my spn_30snapshots prompt Wind. Masterpost here: The more I understand, the further I fall.
He was alone. He wasn’t sure where exactly, his brow furrowed slightly, somewhere in Scotland, it didn’t matter. He looked out into swirling mist, unable to see any of the landscape. He was standing atop a mountain peak. It was completely isolated, just like him.
The cold air was heavy with moisture, the howling wind ripping at his trench coat. He closed his eyes, as he faced into the wind. His skin was cold and wet but he didn’t really feel it. His thoughts seemed crowded, distracting. He didn’t understand them, he tried to push them out, let the rushing wind carry them away.
He wasn’t sure how long he had been standing there beforehe noticed the coldness of the wind on his cheeks. His thoughts finally settled, cleared. He felt only the cold and moist air, heard only the howl of the wind. He opened his eyes and looked out into the mist, the faint outline of the next peak barely visible as it drifted in and out of sight as the mist swirled.
The tension in his shoulders eased as he let the swirling wind carry of the last off his tumultuous thoughts, with the cacophony gone a single one drifted back in. Dean. It was the one thought that answered all the others, yet at the same time created so many more questions and conflicts.
He sighed, his gaze dropping to study his hands as he held them out before him. In all his long existence he had never know such conflict. He had thought the decision to help Dean against the orders of heaven had been difficult, but in the end it hadn’t been. Even when he was plagued by doubts over the justice and right of heaven, he hadn't doubted Dean. The choice hadn’t really been a choice at all. He realised he had made the decisions long before he finally acted on it.
However now, when the apocalypse was over and he had returned to heaven, he felt there was another decision to make. This time there was no easy choice, no right or wrong. He had no idea what the right choice was, what the answer was. He didn’t even know what the question was. Something was niggling at him, some choice he needed to make, he just didn’t know what it was.
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