In other news, I'm still very much addicted to end!verse⦠for all you people who followed me for phan-fictions don't worry, there will be more of them fairly soon. I'm writing for supernatural at the moment though, so below lies another short end!verse idea. Very much inspired by Snow Patrol's beautiful "What if the storm ends?".
-Charlie x
Dean could see where Castiel stood, the flashes of lightening illuminating him in the dark and making him almost look as powerful and alien as he was when they first met. The white flashes show his silhouette in the darkness and light up the very tip of each of his strands of dark hair, ironically a halo of silver. But Castiel never really had a halo, and if he had it would have been lost long ago. The rain begins to fall outside, but Cas doesn't move, doesn't show any sign of having noticed, and Dean stays exactly where he is, gazing at him with pain in his eyes.
Time passes as it does in camp Chitaqua, with no one noticing it go, and neither of them move. Cas makes no move to leave the rain, and Dean makes no move to join him, or make him come inside. It's how they work now, it's moments like these that they live for. Moments when they can both feel alive again. Moments when they can feel the electricity flowing through the air between them, even if they know neither of them will act. Cas knows Dean can see him in the rain, and Dean knows that Cas is aware of his watching. It's their ritual that gets them through the dark nights and broken days, watching and waiting for nothing at all.
Once again, thanks to my lovely little beta-fish Becky, also known as barkingmad98. Thanks for reading. once again also on my tumblr account- charimerbluesky.
-Charlie x
