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E/O Challenge: Temporary. 200 word drabble. Dean wakes in the depths of night and thinks back on his life.

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Temporary Fugit

"For all flesh is as grass, and all the glory of man as the flower of grass. The grass withereth, and the flower thereof falleth away" – 1 Peter 1:24 (KJV)

Dean opened his eyes, unsure where he was or what had woken him. It looked a little like the bunker. He smiled at the memory; they'd had some pretty good times there, overall. Besides the Impala, it was the closest thing he'd had to a home. Although, in the end, it'd proved to be just a temporary oasis in a life that was otherwise marked by constant change; one cheap motel giving way to another until they were all a blur.

It was definitely a sacrifice worth making, although it was hardly still a family business. His dad and Bobby had been snatched from him so many years ago. Sam he'd held on to for longer, until he'd accepted the ironic truth of letting his brother go if he was ever going to keep him.

"Cas?" he croaked, relieved to see the familiar figure in the doorway doing his usual creeper staring thing.

"Rest, your work's done," said Castiel, his face and voice soft.

Dean took a last look around, before allowing his weary head to sink back into his pillow. "It's nice here," he said. "How long we staying?"

"Forever," murmured Castiel, as Dean slipped away into pleasant dreams.

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