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spn ficlet: anew
anew
Castiel/Dean | gen | ~300 words
This was originally posted as a tweet thread, so it's kinda choppy. Buyer beware, etc.
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[x]
The car Cas steals breaks down northeast of Tucumcari, not far from the New Mexico state line. The sun is relentless. He's been gone long enough for Sam and Dean to get new phones. He sheds his coat and walks toward Texas.
He can sense them in a way - he can sense Dean, at least. when he first woke in that field, he was overcome by a deep thrum of longing. He walks. heat shimmers up ahead. the sun sets fire to the horizon.
Night falls, and a slow wind pushes across the sand. Cas walks. Restless, his wings ache. The sun is rising again as he approaches Dalhart. He steals another car in the parking lot of a truck stop. He breathes in grease and dust as he twists the wires under the dash.
[x]
He calls Dean's number again, but a dull, computerized voice says it's no longer in service. Longing hums under his skin. He drives toward Kansas, east and east and east, following the tug beneath his ribs like a beacon. He drive east until the feeling pulls him off the highway and into Enid, Oklahoma. There, longing ebbs around him like the tide.
He catches threads of a prayer, something muttered out of habit, not belief — I miss you, man. I wish — I wish. He crissrosses the town, searching around the edges, and all the shadowed, hollow places the Winchesters call home.
[x]
He finds the Impala parked at the third motel he checks. Dean is standing at the open trunk, and Cas feels — he feels - he —
He expects Dean to yell, to pull a knife, a gun, to throw holy water in his face. But Dean stares. His hands shake. His voice dips around Cas' name.
Cas says, "Hello, Dean," and smiles. He reaches out and touches Dean's face.
Castiel/Dean | gen | ~300 words
This was originally posted as a tweet thread, so it's kinda choppy. Buyer beware, etc.
--
[x]The car Cas steals breaks down northeast of Tucumcari, not far from the New Mexico state line. The sun is relentless. He's been gone long enough for Sam and Dean to get new phones. He sheds his coat and walks toward Texas.
He can sense them in a way - he can sense Dean, at least. when he first woke in that field, he was overcome by a deep thrum of longing. He walks. heat shimmers up ahead. the sun sets fire to the horizon.
Night falls, and a slow wind pushes across the sand. Cas walks. Restless, his wings ache. The sun is rising again as he approaches Dalhart. He steals another car in the parking lot of a truck stop. He breathes in grease and dust as he twists the wires under the dash.
[x]He calls Dean's number again, but a dull, computerized voice says it's no longer in service. Longing hums under his skin. He drives toward Kansas, east and east and east, following the tug beneath his ribs like a beacon. He drive east until the feeling pulls him off the highway and into Enid, Oklahoma. There, longing ebbs around him like the tide.
He catches threads of a prayer, something muttered out of habit, not belief — I miss you, man. I wish — I wish. He crissrosses the town, searching around the edges, and all the shadowed, hollow places the Winchesters call home.
[x]He finds the Impala parked at the third motel he checks. Dean is standing at the open trunk, and Cas feels — he feels - he —
He expects Dean to yell, to pull a knife, a gun, to throw holy water in his face. But Dean stares. His hands shake. His voice dips around Cas' name.
Cas says, "Hello, Dean," and smiles. He reaches out and touches Dean's face.