"digging out the bullet and holding it up to the light," SPN, Dean/Cas, PGpann_cakeJanuary 7 2012, 06:26:14 UTC
Dean has a dream about him.
They’re standing in an empty street, surrounded by half-fallen buildings. There’s a streetlight flickering feebly at them, blinking on and off, on and off. It reminds Dean a bit of 2014, and he shudders, pulls his jacket tighter.
Cas is standing an arm’s length away, and they’re arguing but Dean isn’t sure about what. He doesn’t think it really matters, it’s never the exact words that hurt, anyway. Cas’s sharp tone, full of defeat and disappointment, hits Dean like a bullet to the chest.
“What the hell do you want me to do, Cas? Hm?” Dean snaps, taking a step forward, crowding into Cas’s space. “Look around. There’s nothing left.”
“We can still fix this, Dean,” Cas says, voice steady now, eyes clear. “There’s always hope.”
Dean shakes his head sadly. “Not this time, Cas.”
“Yes, there is, Dean.” Cas reaches out, clasps Dean on the shoulder, fingers gripping tight. “I won’t let you give up.”
“Why the hell not?”
“Because you’re family. And family doesn’t give up on each other. You taught me that.”
Dean opens his mouth but no words come out, he just watches Cas.
Above them, the flickering light goes back on, stronger this time, and stays on.
Dean wakes up with a gasp. He rubs a hand down his face, thinks about it for all of two seconds before waking Sammy and getting into the car and driving. He doesn’t know where he’s going, doesn’t know where Cas is or if he can be helped.
They’re standing in an empty street, surrounded by half-fallen buildings. There’s a streetlight flickering feebly at them, blinking on and off, on and off. It reminds Dean a bit of 2014, and he shudders, pulls his jacket tighter.
Cas is standing an arm’s length away, and they’re arguing but Dean isn’t sure about what. He doesn’t think it really matters, it’s never the exact words that hurt, anyway. Cas’s sharp tone, full of defeat and disappointment, hits Dean like a bullet to the chest.
“What the hell do you want me to do, Cas? Hm?” Dean snaps, taking a step forward, crowding into Cas’s space. “Look around. There’s nothing left.”
“We can still fix this, Dean,” Cas says, voice steady now, eyes clear. “There’s always hope.”
Dean shakes his head sadly. “Not this time, Cas.”
“Yes, there is, Dean.” Cas reaches out, clasps Dean on the shoulder, fingers gripping tight. “I won’t let you give up.”
“Why the hell not?”
“Because you’re family. And family doesn’t give up on each other. You taught me that.”
Dean opens his mouth but no words come out, he just watches Cas.
Above them, the flickering light goes back on, stronger this time, and stays on.
Dean wakes up with a gasp. He rubs a hand down his face, thinks about it for all of two seconds before waking Sammy and getting into the car and driving. He doesn’t know where he’s going, doesn’t know where Cas is or if he can be helped.
But damned if Dean isn’t going to try.
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