Tick. 15 days, 47 minutes, 32 seconds. Tock. 15 days, 47 minutes, 33 seconds. Tick. 15 days, 47 minu-
Cas' mind drifted off for only one second when he saw a shadow move behind the milk glass doors."Hey, hey, hey, brother! You're loosing your point there! See? You already missed 5 seconds! Can't believe it's been...wait. How long has it been again?"
Tick. 15 days, 47 minutes, 41 seconds. Tock.
Cas concentrated again as soon as Lucifer's mocking voice had silenced, hoping he'd shut up again.
"Ah, there you go, brother!"
Too late. Satan was right back there in his head, and Castiel bet that if he'd opened his eyes now, he'd see the face of his vessel right before him, probably sitting right there at the end of his bed, long legs casually stretched out, muscular arms supporting his torso, long hair hanging over his high forehead.
All this came from his head, Cas new that, but every time he had to open his eyes and see Sam Winchester smiling his soulless smile, he could barely hold himself together. Lucifer did not let him see his old vessel, no. He always appeared as his true vessel and it hurt.
It hurt Cas in ways he didn't think possible. Poor Sam Winchester, who had already lost so much in his short existence.
Who had to endure the same unbearable pain Jimmy Novak experienced everyday, being an angels vessel. Who's soul had been twisted and shattered by it so many times. But what made it hurt so much was that Cas knew it was his fault.
Tick. 15 days, 47 minutes, 42 seconds. Tock.
Note: Don't wonder why it's so short: It's actually a One Shot, but I'm not good at writing so much without publishing it in between to get feedback, so I will divide it into these small parts. Hope you liked it and give me feedback! :)