The piece of paper sat on the kitchen table.
It was early morning, maybe a little bit too early. Sleep had abandoned one Dean Winchester an hour ago, after a night of very dark, confusing and slightly arousing dreams. He needed coffee, a lot of it, and possibly some amphetamine to kickstart his day.
The bunker was quiet, it felt like time stood still and nothing was moving on. He felt that the feeling was comforting. There was no pain, no death and nothing was lurking in the shadows.
He started the coffee maker and looked around the kitchen. Sam was still sleeping and Cas was either in his room or…. Somewhere, doing angel stuff or whatever.
For a moment he let himself think about blue eyes and ridiculous sex hair. He thought about a low voice that made him feel all kinds of funny and personal space issues that made his heart race.
He forced those thoughts out of his head, took his coffee mug from the cupboard and poured himself some coffee. Then he sat down by the kitchen table. That was when he saw the piece of paper, with writing on it
The writing was neat and beautifully feminine. He recognized that handwriting as Castiel's. He took the piece of paper in his hands and began to read:
'See beyond this skin and bones, what lies inside matters more.
Let go and see inside of me, strip me to my grace, that is where the true me lies.
I ain't asking for happy ever afters or confessions of love, but I'm begging you to see. Under this skin and bones, I'm waiting for you to come around.
Oh baby, I'm as light as a feather and as fast as the light, but for you I stand on this ground. Waiting for you to come around.
I ain't asking for sweet nothings or a lover's lullaby, but I am begging for you to feel.
Under these skins and bones we are free, free to be you and me.
Oh baby, set us free.'
Silence was heavy. He felt the pressure in his lungs, tingling in his fingertips and suddenly there was this uneasy feeling in his chest. He somehow knew, that the piece of paper was left for him to find. There was no running away anymore.
For the first time in a long while, Dean found himself looking for a pen and a piece of paper. A piece of paper where he would put a piece of his heart in.