Word Count: 100

Prompt Word: Fade


Beeps and murmurs.

Soft, laboured breathing filling the almost silence.

Castiel watched Dean, like he had been for hours.

The sun was setting; the fading light streaming through the blinds, soft scarlet.

This should never have happened.

Sam; the boy with the demon blood, was asleep in a chair next to Dean, his head lolling forward against his chest. Harmless.

Dean's eyelids fluttered. He was near waking.

Castiel followed the bruises across his face again, dark purple; faint yellow. Somehow it didn't matter though. What Dean would say, his anger and disappointment he feared most.

Yet why did he care?