E/O Challenge: sore
Word Count: 100
A Big Howdy to: Amberdreams! I admire your work, hon, and probably don't tell you that enough! Best to you!
Warnings/Spoilers: Season 7 – the demise of Castiel
Summary: Castiel knows he needs help. And he's not asking his father.
An Angel in Need
Castiel sat quietly under the large oak tree. The breeze swayed the leaves, playing gentle shadows on the angel's trench coat. He watched as the children played on the swing set, as the father tossed a ball to his son. New mothers pushed strollers and chatted.
Cas scratched a sore on his cheek. He knew he was falling apart. He was being pushed from the inside out, his skin stretched tight from the vicious souls within.
He sighed, and in a gesture of habit, pressed his hands together to pray.
"Dean? Can you hear me? I need your help."