Mamma, We're All Gonna Die

by onamoontrip

SPN100 Challenge: Thick. Three times they needed saving, and the Winchesters weren't fast enough. 3x100 drabbles about Castiel, Crowley, and Charlie, set in Seasons 8, 9, and 10.

1. Castiel

Word: Thick

Word Count: 100

Tag to S8.

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Blood runs thick down his throat, a cold, gelatinous soup of coppery phlegm and grainy, disintegrating flesh. The wind rips at his nose and shoves icicles of snow up his nose.

"Shit. Cas, open your eyes." The voice is familiar, deep, the grind of sandpaper against an oak stump, immense flannel shirts draped over shivering shoulders, and deep, amber bottles of whiskey. "You just gotta keep your eyes open."

"Trying," he drawls like a drunken Southern lady. "Trying," but the night's creeping in his eyes and they're going all gloss-like and it's getting real bright.

Real bright, just like Heaven.