Hello ^^ for those who don't know me (that should be the big majority of the readers) I am french, so I appology for the eventual mistakes I have made. Feel free to point them out to me in a review if you wish. :D
I have recently decided to write some one-shots about falling. I have done one about Dean Winchester (the one you're reading now) and one about Spock you know that alien from Star trek XD, that i will publish later in the night (it's almost 1am as i write those words, wtf am i doing up oh yes, writing, writing never waits) so uh, i know there is not much but enjoy :D
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As the light filled Castiel's eyes one last time, a whole lot of things went through Dean's mind. Shock, confusion, denial, and at last, a blinding pain took place in his body.
His chest felt like he was falling.
He was now on his knees and it still felt like he was falling, like breathing was near impossible and very painful.
But his brother needed him, his help, and help him he would. He knew how to do this, he has done this his whole life, no need to be there emotionally for this.
So he got up, and he went to Sam, and he was sure as hell about to shoot that bastard of a nephilim, Satan's son or not.
Of course things didn't go as planned, and at the end of this mess, they were back to an empty bunker, full of reminders of the people they've just lost. Jack wouldn't keep reminding him of Cass, and this was infuriating. Who the hell did the kid think he was ?
He hated that monster. He hated... It. Disgust, anger, and a dark need to kill filled him when he thought of Lucifer's son.
It's only when he was alone in his room, laying on his bed and facing the ceiling, that he let go of his walls of fury.
His breathing became painful and difficult again.
His vision blurred.
His heart wouldn't stop breaking, even though he knew this was over. Mary, Crowley.. Castiel. They were dead. Gone.
He still felt like he was falling.
The very fact that he was alive and Castiel was not made him want to drown in that fall.
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