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?
