Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
I'm so lost in Supernatural-hell (heaven? I don't know at this point) that I HAD to center NaNoWriMo around it. And since I know that I simply lack the ability to write a full-fledged novel within one month, I decided to do a challenge - start off with a drabble on day 1. Then a double drabble on day 2...you get the idea.
At first I didn't want to upload it here, because I was scared I wouldn't keep it up, but after five successful days, there is hope! I can do this! I will do this.
A last small note: I'm trying to let this follow the plot as closely as possible, but I will not implement full dialogues from the episodes, first off because I rarely watch the show in English, and secondly because the word restrictions make that really difficult! xD
The second Castiel laid his hand on the violated man's shoulder, he knew it was already too late.
Too late to prevent him from the pain. Too late to say it was going to be alright. Because it wasn't.
It was too late.
The second he let go of the very same shoulder, he knew it was in fact way too late.
Too late to prevent himself from falling, in more ways than one. Too late to convince himself that heaven was his only sanctuary, the only thing he cared about. Because that wasn't true anymore.
It was too late.