Summary: Castiel speaks to God while Dean is sleeping.
I vaguely remember something involving a fall of God but I may be wrong.. If I'm right then this is before that :)
Characters: Castiel, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester
Genres: Friendship, Hurt/Comfort
Italics- Song/Talk
Day 3- Bring Him Home- Les Misérables
"Dean, rest," Sam whispered, laying down himself. Dean nodded and lay his head on the wall, falling asleep almost instantly.
Castiel sat on a nearby crate. He looked at Dean, thinking about the horrific days to come. He looked towards the sky at the twinkling stars and the nearly nonexistent moon.
God on high
Hear my prayer
In my need
You have always been there
He cast his gaze downwards, across Dean's face and to the dry ground.
He is young
He's afraid
Let him rest
Heaven blessed
Bring him home
Bring him home
Bring him home
Castiel swept his eyes across the small area the men were sleeping. Just enough space for the number of them. They were happy here, together, fighting for themselves.
The summers die, one by one
How soon they fly, on and on
Castiel swallowed, looking back to Dean's face. He noticed the fine things, the things he had never paid mind to before, such as the length of his eyelashes or the bridge of his nose.
And I am old
And will be gone
Bring him peace
Bring him joy
He is young
He is only a boy
He looked back to the velvety black sky, standing up. He was shaky on his feet, but stood his ground.
You can take
You can give
Let him be
Let him live
If I die
Let me die
Let him live
Bring him home
Bring him home
Bring him home
Castiel sat back down, eyes still on the stars. "Let him be, let him live..." he repeated quietly.
Dean stirred, but didn't wake. Castiel watched over him through the night, and well into daylight. He stayed until Dean woke.
He made sure he would be brought home.