A terrifying silence fell upon the house. No one moved, no one spoke knowing athe absolute end lay just beyond Bobby's front door. The three of them sat around the table, wordless and frightened, waiting for something, anything to happen.
Tired of unknown, Bobby rolled himself over to the window, gazing outside, searching for anyone who may have stumbled onto his proporty. By now, the great battle had probably begun, and Bobby and Melinda had survived only a few minutes at this point.
Castiel and Melinda sat hand in hand, their heads hanging low, listening. They listened for any interuption in the silence, anything that sounded out of the ordinary, or conpicious. Anything dangerous and death-stricken.
Melinda's eyes had finally dried, and she was her strong self again. Yes, her brothers had been ripped from her arms. Yes, they were going to die, but there was no sense in wishing they'd come back. Her time shoudn't be wasted wishing none of this had happend. They only thing that remotely mattered was survival.
Not survival, did anyone survive the Great Flood? It was for srue the last of the end times. Civilization had submerged and completely drowned, literally. Will anyone surive this doomsday? Again, like scores of years before, the world will be submereged and compleltely drowned, in death, evil and desolate.
Melinda looked up, laying her eyse on Castiel's dark hair. She watched him for a moment, and when he sensed her gaze, he too looked up. Unsure if weather to smile or not, Castiel looked down at Melinda's hands, holding them dearly. Melinad never took her eyes off him.
"Cas." Melinda broke 10 years of silence.
He looked up. "Melinda." His voice shy.
She waited a moment to speak. Honestly, she really had nothing to say. She had said it all, felt it all, and now, she was wordless. Melinda smiled and shook her head. But then a topic came to her head.
"Thank you." She spoke softly. She half-smiled, but for no real reason.
Castiel gave her a look. "For what?"
Melinda scooted her chair closer to Castiel, tightening the grip around his hands. Her thumb rubbed over his. Her smiled grew wider while she looked deep into his eyes. By sitting in the silence, Melinda felt alone, and in her solitude, her mind wandering. She thought about Dean's request... his plea to Castiel to put Bobby and her out of their god damn misery if it came down to it. Melinda had no idea that was the first ever request of Dean's Castiel didn't want to consider.
Melinda looked down at his hands, inspecting the cracks of his palm. "For this." She finally answered. She looked up, smiling giddily. "The way you look after me even when you don't know how."
Castiel leaned forward, never taking his eyes away. His large hands cupped hers. "I can't explain what's happening to me. There's a restlessness in this heart," he motioned to his chest, "and I don't know what it is." Cas petted Melinda's hands, then slid his palms up his arms, stopping just below her elbow.
"But I like it." He finished.
All of Melinda's dread lifted, and seemed to vapourize from her mind. "You like it?" She smiled.
Castiel didn't smile. He was completely serious. He looked straight into her core, studying every inch of her beauty.
"I just know, I feel... right... when you're around." Castiel struggled to get out. He sighed, not exactly sure if he explained himself or not. "I hope you understand what I am saying." He looked away bashfully.
Melinda smiled absently. She removed her hand from his then stretched it out, resting it under his chin, gripping his chin in his fingers. She felt the whiskers of his face, and the smoothness beneath it. Her hand suddenly snaked around the back of Castiel's neck, and slowly she pulled him closer to her face. Melinda placed a sweet and short kiss firmly on his cheek before resting her hands back into his.
Again, there was a silence, but not a terrifying one. Not an awkward one. Not a long anticipated one either. It was just silence. Bobby still tended to the window, and Cas and Melinda embracing each other's twisted love for one another. And suddenly, all the problems in the world seemed to dispurse, leaving behind mellow and chipper mood to those who ahd survived this far in the game.