His lungs burned with need, and he tried to pull in life giving air, but instead water filled him, and as his body attempted to push out the water, nothing but the same took its place. It was only then than he realized he was underwater, far, so that the surface was just a swaying movement of light. His head hurt, his vision was beginning to blur and panic was the only thing that saved him. Sheer, base instinct that had him kicking his legs, breaking the surface.
He took in air in one desperate bid for life, only to have his body betray him with hacking coughs that shook his frame, threatening to let his waterlogged clothes drag him back under. Finally he collecting himself, still breathing hard, he managed to make his heavy arms move for him, slowly he dragged himself to the shore in motions that seemed fluid enough but felt foreign.
He stopped when half of himself was on the rocky, weed covered place one could consider a shore. He could not bring himself further without the water taking most of his weight. Odd how the thing that would have killed him was all that was holding him up.
He shuddered back shaking with ever forced breath he tried to keep deep and even as they forced water from his throat and tears gather in the corners of his eyes. When the sound of waves stopped crashing in his ears, and he realized it was only his rushing blood, he was assaulted by the absolute lack of sound. It was so quiet. No birds, or animals scurried in the surrounding woods, no fish in the pond, no wind to rustle the leaves of trees. No people.
He looked around. There was truly no one but himself. His heart squeezed tight. He closed his eyes, let his forehead rest against his forearm and forced himself to take some deep breaths, not noticing until he concentrated on it that his breath had become shallow and fast.
The clenching in his chest dissipated. He heard the sound of an engine, but that soon faded, and he didn't not have the strength to follow the sound, not now.
He waited there for what seemed like hours until his discomforts forced him to movement, even as his limbs screamed against him. He stood there, on the lake's edge, disoriented.
Who was he?
this is just some word vomit because of the new promo and well, it-it just hurts me so much to think that Cas had to pull himself from the lake and no one was there at all and he didn't even know who he was, that he was this angel that started off following orders blindly but had started to think for himself, had started to feel. Had given up his family and his home to do the right thing, because saving the world was the right thing and the man he loved would do it. and they did, he, Dean, Sam and Bobby. They saved the world. But Cas was called back into the fighting, he had to stop his brothers from bringing about what he and the boys had just worked so hard to stop. And he did that too, even when Dean, Sam, and Bobby didn't trust him. And then he's taken over by something old, something that wants to hurt the boys that he gives his everything to save again and again, and it all ends with nary a spalsh. And then there's a man dragging himself from a pond. And he doesn't even know how stong and brave and absoluetly wonderful he is.
I-I just have a lot of feelings