It felt like a weight had been lifted off of his shoulders yet, he missed the feeling. The heavy comfort they weight offered him. Somehow, it reminded him that he was real and that all of this was real. Now, without the weight, how would he know if this was all just a dream or not? Without the weight, he felt like he was floating in air. He wasn't grounded anymore. How could he cope without it?
He could find something else that would ground him. There had to be something. As he thought, running down a short mental list, he was jarred from his thoughts at the sound of his name.
Ah, there is was. As a smile graced his lips, he realized that this was his new weight. The one thing that could keep him grounded now that his wings were gone. The graceful attachments that reminded him of what he was and what his duty was. With those gone, though, he had a new duty and a new meaning. He didn't need to answer to anyone anymore. Not Naomi or an archangel but, to himself. Maybe even the man calling his name from a distance. He would protect this man and help him until the day he died.
He swore he would give this man all of the love that he deserved and never received. The now mortal man stood with resolute set to his shoulders. Now, there was a new weight but, it was not heavy. It was light and calming. The man's eyes crinkled at the corner as his smile widened and headed toward the man he would devote the rest of his life to.
"I'm coming, Dean."
Something that came about after Season 8's finale. I couldn't help it. I needed a bit of happy epiphany to help with my sobs. I hope you enjoy. Please review!