Summary: Tag to 5.18 Castiel needs help
Challenge WOW: Weight
Word Count: 100
The Weight
Naked, freezing, huddled, frightened. Beaten, tortured, broken. The cold is a blanketed weight, surrounding me.
So alone. So scared. So dark. The cold has made everything but the sigil around me numb,
The wounds burned. God did they burn. The demons made sure they would.
Someone…please…help me… I've been here for weeks. This damp, icy, black place. I prayed to nothing. To a father that had forsaken me. Please… So weak…
A loud noise. Dim light. Stings my eyes. Tighter ball. Whimper.
Warmth, sudden, startling.
"Cas, it's okay, shh…" Embrace it, cry into it. "I got you. You're safe."
"Dean…"
End