Hello there! So, I wrote end!verse very angsty stuff tonight, so here is one of 3 little drabble style things. It's kind of like an analysis of the characters feeling, taking a moment in time and freezing it and exploring the feelings of in this case Dean. So. A short supernatural exploration idea! Enjoy. Also on my tumblr- charimerbluesky
-Charlie x
Dean couldn't say when the kind-hearted, caring, trench coat wearing angel had turned into the hard-eyed, drugged up soldier who held the position of camp Chitaqua's official addict. If asked, he could pinpoint the exact moment when he himself had stopped caring, had given up on this sorry world. It would be the exact moment when Sam, his little brother Sammy, had uttered that one unforgivable syllable, that single 'yes', to the devil. Most everyone in the camp had that one thing in their past, that one moment where they had become the soldiers they now were. But not Castiel. Looking back, Dean guessed it had been a gradual fall from grace, both literally and metaphorically. Maybe it had been the first time he'd swallowed a whole bottle of pills from the medicine tent in his desire to be free again. Or maybe the first time he'd pushed the cold needle into his arm and pushed out syringe after syringe of drug, just to feel how he used to.
Looking at him now, as he lay on the grass with his blue eyes turned towards the sky longingly, he realised just how far he'd fallen. And it scared Dean. Because in the end, Cas was the most broken out of all of them.