Well, 'tis Kiri-tan here. First ever fanfiction and it's about Supernatural. I was attacked by those eeebil plot bunnies in the car last night when I was in the car on the way home from my granny and granda's house. So I hope you like it - I don't think it's awful good. D:
Solace
It was the screams that got to him. A haunting memento. Once real, now just echoes, memories in the dark. Sans-cesse, he might have described them as, had he ever learnt any French.
The silence that he used to enjoy between him and Sam now drove him mad. He wanted to scream at his brother, beg him to say something, anything, just to distract him from the prison his mind had built for him. He wouldn't ever be free from it, and that he knew. Deep down he knew that, no matter how much Sammy assured him that it would get better, that he would forget it all, he wouldn't. Ever. Period.
However, he always knew when he appeared without even looking. Suddenly the endless torment would cease. It was the calm that always heralded his appearance. A calm that allowed Dean to be himself again – sarcastic, humorous, a tough-as-nails hardass – rather than that broken shadow, an awful impostor of whom he used to be. A diminishing figure with haunted eyes.
And Dean would look up. And just see him standing there, a compassionate, serene look to his face, hands hanging limp by his sides. A look passing between them, one side appreciative and the other understanding. And Dean's cracked lips would quirk into a gratified smile, able to enjoy the silence once again.
And Castiel would gaze back. And just stand there, bringing solace to Dean. To help his heart and mind start to mend.
