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November 9th
Prompt- Dean's Prayers
Dedication: TruffleHead
Prayers
"Cas, you son of a bitch. You better listen up! Get your tiny ass back here now or so help me-"
They started with curses, and slowly developed meaning over time.
Sometimes they were spoken words, other times he'd just repeat them over and over in his mind. The name cycled around his head on a continuous track. "Cas..."
Sometimes they were short, other times they continued until he lost his train of thought. And even then... "Damnit, Cas!"
The angel heard every single word, every syllable, every breath he took as a pause. The angel heard and the angel stopped trying. He sat there for days, hours, weeks, maybe. He sat there, losing track of time, and losing track of his humanity. He sat and waited for the prayers to start again.
They never failed him.
"Cas, I need you. Fuck if I don't! I don't care where you are or- for God's sake- what you've done! Just get back here."
"Cas, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I didn't forgive you sooner. Are you mad about that? I should've let it go. I'm sorry, Cas. Do you hear me?"
"Cas, where the hell are you?! I've been looking for days! I'm not leaving this shit hole without you!"
They started the same. Every single one, calling out to some 'Cas.' Slowly, word by word, the man reformed the angel's humanity. He pieced a broken man back together with his prayers. The man's prayers gave the angel hope. Maybe he could return. Maybe if he-
No.
There was no way out. Not for him. The angel deserved what he got. The angel had betrayed his friends. The angel had betrayed the man.
"Cas, come on! Please!"
Sometimes the prayers were begging, pleading. They were the most painful. Sometimes the angel even had to dig his hands into the rocks and yell. He tried to put his head under water once, hoping to stop the prayers. Hoping for relief from the chaos within his mind.
The water only increased the volume of the man's words. He was lost, hopeless, carrying on alone with some crazy plot to rescue them both.
The angel did not need rescuing. The angel would stay as penance for everything he'd done.
The ones right before the man fell asleep got harder and harder as the man drifted off. The prayers sometimes continued into his dreams and the images were torturous. Once, when the dreams were especially vivid, the angel actually found the man.
He stared at the him, sleeping as peacefully as a human could in this hell. He watched the man twitch, eyes moving rapidly behind their lids. He nearly reached out, wanting to wake him. The angel nearly spoke, "hello Dean."
But, he was gone before the man could wake.
The waking prayers were just as hard.
"Cas, where are you?"
They were always the most honest. The angel quickly noticed he was the first thing on the man's mind when he awoke. The angel froze in the act of standing, staring out across the water with a scowl on his face. The man was making this harder than it needed to be. 'Just leave,' the angel willed him. 'Just let me be.'
"Cas, please. Just come back! I'm sorry if I did something stupid. It's... whatever! Just come back! I need you."
"Cas, where are you? I'm not fucking around here!"
"Cas, god damnit!"
The prayers were never the same. Each was different and unique in a way that was both beautiful, and torturous in its own right.
The man never gave up. He continued until the day he found the angel. He continued to pray until the angel was there, sitting along the shore, his head in his hands as he tried to block out the sounds.
The man would never give up on his angel.
"Cas, we're getting out of here. We're going home. I need you. I'm not leaving here without you, understand?"
