You already have everything you need. Now fight. (![]() ![]() @ 2010-06-10 16:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | castiel, sam winchester |
Who: Sam Winchester, Squeaky and Castiel
When: Afternoon, just as Sam arrives home from work.
Where: Sam's apartment
What: A little guidance after this
Rating: Low for now
Status: Incomplete, closed
He was on the couch before he was even aware of the room, his body seemed to heavy to lift but he knew that wasn't the case. It was just so hard to... Joanna. Like it never happened. He had to see her, talk to her, but never touch her, never again. It all came back. The pain that had been receding, the uneasy, the desire, the frustration, the emptiness. It was all milling about in his head, pooling in his stomach and tying knots in his gut. He clutched his stomach.
Squeaky moved up the catch to where Castiel sat hunched. He butted his head under the angel's hand, rubbed it back and forth a little. He gently nipped at Castiel's sleeve and made little sounds in the back of his throat, a gentle keening sound. "I am fine," he said tightly to the little pterodactyl. Squeaky walked into Castiel's lap and pressed his chest to the angel's. Castiel wrapped an arm around the little animal, accepting its non-demanding comfort. "I am fine," he repeated as he rested his head on Squeaky's, finding it to heavy to lift on his own.