Summary: An amnesiatic Cas waits alone in a hospital.
This was loosely inspired by Sadrobotinahat's song I Fell All the Way, which can be listened to over on Soundcloud. I admit I have that and her song Little Sammy on my iPod. Well worth the listen! Might do a longer fic similar to this in the future, heaven knows its been lingering on my mind for almost a year and a half now . . .
Have a snippet idea? Feel free to prompt me!
Fandom: Supernatural
Prompt: N/A
Waiting
Some days were better than others.
Most days he was barely aware of himself, barely registering his white room and the people who came to make sure he ate and slept, faces blurring together and words heard as if from across a great distance. He would drift through his days remembering nothing and feeling even less.
Other days were better. He still remembered nothing, but sometimes things would linger at the edge of his senses, teasing forth half-remembered sensations but giving nothing. On days like this he could focus long enough to interact with the others, his jailers or caregivers, he could never decide which they were.
The name they called him by didn't belong to him, of this he was sure but they would never listen. Sometimes his whole body felt wrong, his very skin feeling too tight, and wrong around him, like a borrowed suit he couldn't return.
He was waiting for someone.
And thatt someone he held above all others.
This was his one truth, and was what kept him quiet and complacent even on the days he felt the undeniable urge to rage against all that held him here.
The one he was waiting for felt more real to him than even his own shattered sense of being, and remembered them more than he did himself. Remembered bright green and a white smile. Sometimes what he remembered conflicted with itself, impressions of roars of rage and deep bellowing laughter. Of an ugly darkness and awe inspiring brightness than he longed to shelter within himself. Warmth and distance, and the need to help and protect. Lingering sents and sensations that were there and then gone, no more than a mere wisp of wind.
And so he waited.
Trapped within white walls and with people who thought he was someone else, he waited.
Until one day, someone new came to him as he sat alone in the corner of his room. They knelt before him, warm calloused hands taking his face between them and lifting. He looked up and saw bright green and a white smile, though the green was watery and the smile wavered.
"Hey Cas."
And through the dense fog of his memory floated one thing, the word crystal and clear like a diamond.
"Dean"