Title: Earth, I shall not be thine
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Ovid.
Warnings: speculation for season four; somewhat abstract
Pairings: none stated
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 145
Point of view: third
It doesn't matter what you choose, Castiel, Dean murmurs, so long as you make a choice.
Dean. Castiel's voice is gentle. Be careful of what you say.
Without looking, Dean stretches his arm and touches the sky. Is it hard? he asks. I don't remember blind obedience.
Castiel longs to comfort his favorite of all beings, but Dean is beyond his grasp now. Dean is beyond anyone, even God, Castiel admits, though it skirts blasphemy. Dean, he calls. Dean.
Dean does not look at him. Am I dreaming? I don't remember the sky being so cold.
Take my hand, Dean, Castiel says. I can help, if you let me.
Dean turns to him, his expression more serene than Castiel has ever seen. I made my choice, he says. What will yours be?
Castiel lunges, but this is Dean's dreamscape and he vanishes into the sky.