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Drabble Challenge Entry- Challenge Words= Stagger, Asunder, Quail, Writhe, Dash, Carnal, Shroud, Ballast
Torn Away…
The moment the dim motel shifted out of his view and the darkness of the decaying building glimmered into focus, he swallowed harshly in an attempt to rid himself of the growing lump in his throat. He spun on his heels and stalked toward the exit. "Where are you going, Dean?" Castiel had asked and Junkless moved to block his way…he Knew he was trapped. He barely took notice as Uriel left him and Cas alone. He felt himself stagger. His whole world, the world he worked so hard to rebuild was being torn asunder…again. He turned toward the grime-coated window, his soul quailing, his whole being longing to dash from the building. Deep inside him, the darkness writhed, purring to him of all the twisted pleasures he had already lost himself to. It whispered wickedly of the need to rend flesh, to take up once again his wretched, carnal ways. He closed his eyes, clenching them tightly. His stomach mutinied against the confines of his body, reaching its putrid essence up his constricted throat, threatening to spill the bile forth onto the squalor-laden floor.
"You can't ask me to do this…I walk in there, you won't like the man who walks out…" Dean pleaded, desperately willing, begging Castiel to hear him, to stop this before it went too far…
"Dean...I would give anything…not…to have you do this…" Castiel said, the pain burning him from the inside out. His doubts and fears seething inside as he knowingly asked his charge to relive the most despairing and damaging time of his soul's existence.
Dean's eyelids flickered closed, shrouding his eyes from the tears threatening to overflow their lashed cages. He shuddered in a gasping cry inside himself as the ballast tethering his broken soul was ripped free of its frail hold. Tessa had been right. There was to be no second chances…he was simply a tool to be used in whatever way was they deemed fit, irregardless of the fact that it would be to his own utter and ultimate destruction. His shoulders collapsed, his whole frame sagging as he surrendered to the task he was to undertake. As the terror set in, twisting the dagger bitterly inside him, he felt a harrowing, terrible depth of numbness washing over him once again. This time, he knew his soul would not survive the crushing darkness…
A/N:
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