Castiel (choose_freedom) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2016-02-29 23:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, castiel, dean winchester |
Who: Dean Winchester and Castiel
When: Ridiculously Early Morning 29th Feb.
Where: Apartment 1909
What: Nightmares, then things get complicated
Rating: PG13
The apartment was generally quiet of a night time. The refrigerator hummed low as electricity ran through it. The TV was off. Dean was sleeping - a lot longer than the four hours he usually commits to. And Castiel stayed in his room, reading information on how to care for a rabbit or watching youtube videos on the laptop with headphones on - just random quiet things to keep himself entertained and informed about the human world. It was like that just about every night since Cas arrived. With a few varying factors and elements, naturally. Tonight, however, seemed different. As an Angel, Castiel had exceptional hearing. People didn’t even need to physically say anything and Cas could hear them - such as the case with prayers. However, Cas learned to dull this sense since arriving in the alternate reality, especially after hearing some things that were most definitely private. The whimper was soft and Castiel wasn’t sure he heard it correctly so he pulled the headphones off his head, brow furrowing in concentration. Then he heard the pleading. Not on a physical level but a subconscious one. A desperate prayer of someone in need. Cas had heard it before and he was in Dean’s room in the blink of an eye. Dean was obviously having a nightmare - the twisted blankets and the pained look on his sleeping face were clear evidence of that. Castiel moved closer to the human and reached out and placed a gentle hand on his left shoulder. As soon as his Grace reached out to calm him, Castiel’s subconscious was sucked into the nightmare. The scene was quickly recognized by the Angel. It was one he had bare witness to in reality. Hell. Dean was easy to spot in among all the decay and horror. Castiel called out to him but to no avail. It was like he was watching a television program, unseen by the characters before him. He knew the ending, though, and he tried to push those thoughts toward Dean’s subconscious to break the cycle of pain the nightmare was causing. Sure enough, there was a bright light and Castiel was expelled from the nightmare. “Dean,” Castiel kept his hand on Dean’s shoulder, unsure of when he moved to sit on the edge of his friend’s bed. “Wake up. The nightmare is over.” Concerned blue eyes watched Dean’s face with rapt attention, waiting for him to wake. |