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The old staircase creaked under the weight of heavy footsteps. He ascended them slowly, mountains seeming smaller; the spare room was a long way from the liquor cabinet. In one hand he carried a bottle for the journey. His other clenched tight into the damp tan coat, knuckles white as if the body it belonged to still rested beneath its folds. The sounds of Sam sleeping far below vanished as he pulled the door shut quietly behind him. He leant against it head rolling back to lie on it's wooden surface. Through the lashes of his half closed eyes he watched the bed in the middle of the room. He wondered how long it'd been since he'd slept.
Don't go
Hours muddled into each other and events were mismatched in his mind. Before long he gave up trying to order them and pushed away from the entrance. His body dragged him to the edge of the bed. The blankets looked soft and inviting. He raised the coat into his line of vision.
You bastard don't go
The creases of fabric held traces of black slop and carmine blood dissipated by the water that had swallowed him. He touched one of the stains and inspected the mark it left on his fingertips. Blood on his hands. Blood he'd worked so hard to spill. Blood he never wanted to see spilt.
I need you Cas
A sharp intake of breath raked the air as he released the coat. It fell softly landing in the centre of the bed. He staggered back sinking into a chair next to the door. Fingers rubbed helplessly into his creased brow. He took a deep swig from his bourbon, all the while watching the package of memories resting on the bed. He placed the bottle on the floorboards. He clenched the arm of the chair tight, knuckles white.
I need you
Don't go
Hours muddled into each other and events were mismatched in his mind. Before long he gave up trying to order them and pushed away from the entrance. His body dragged him to the edge of the bed. The blankets looked soft and inviting. He raised the coat into his line of vision.
You bastard don't go
The creases of fabric held traces of black slop and carmine blood dissipated by the water that had swallowed him. He touched one of the stains and inspected the mark it left on his fingertips. Blood on his hands. Blood he'd worked so hard to spill. Blood he never wanted to see spilt.
I need you Cas
A sharp intake of breath raked the air as he released the coat. It fell softly landing in the centre of the bed. He staggered back sinking into a chair next to the door. Fingers rubbed helplessly into his creased brow. He took a deep swig from his bourbon, all the while watching the package of memories resting on the bed. He placed the bottle on the floorboards. He clenched the arm of the chair tight, knuckles white.
I need you
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The Trench Coat
Dean stood in the motel room he and his brother had checked in to. Sam was out at the city library, researching information on the case they were currently investigating. The hunter stood beside one of the two beds inside the room, staring down at an object in his hands. He squeezed it, and pressed it against his chest, lowering his head to rest his face in it, shutting his eyes and inhaling the sweet, familiar memories.
In Dean's hands
was a trench coat.
Not just any trench coat; Castiel's trench coat. The last bit of memory the eldest Winchester had of the angel. He wouldn't admit it to anyone, but he missed Cas. Missed him terribly
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The Trench Coat p9
Gabriel let out a moan, his eyes squeezing tightly as he regained consciousness. He stretched his neck, feeling the back of his sore head rubbing against soft grass. Gabriel blinked open his eyes, his body aching all over. Confused for a moment, he sort of just lay there, staring up at the pale blue sky. Then memories of before flooded into his mind, and he took in a sharp gasp, sitting upright with his eyes wide.
"The hell?" he mumbled, glancing around. He was sitting in a small clearing, surrounded by magnificent looking trees and plants and vegetation. His brows furrowed. "If this is Purgatory, maybe being dead ain't such a bad thing," he
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The Reason
'We have apple pie!'
"What the hell are you doing, Dean?!" Sam yelled as Dean jerked the steering wheel and parked the Impala outside a small diner.
"I was hungry." Dean shrugged. "And they have pie."
"You just ate an hour ago." Sam said, rolling his eyes.
"What? Can't a guy be hungry? You work up quite the appetite ganking demons."
Sam heaved a sigh and followed Dean into the diner. They seated themselves at a booth near the back of the room.
The waitress walked over, twirling her blonde hair her index finger. "Can I getcha anything, hon?" she asked Dean, batting her fake eyelashes.
Dean looked at Sam, grinning with 'that look' on his
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SPOILERS FOR S7E2
So everyone is having a whack at the coat thing and so am i. This is set the night proceeding Cas's supposed death. It's not Dean breaking down cause i don't think he's quite there yet. He thinks he has to hold it together no matter how much pain he's in because he has to be there for Sam, he has to keep going otherwise he'll stop completely.
I'm thinking he'd have to be feeling extremely conflicted because of the fact that emotionally he's gone from being afraid of god cas, to having to numb himself to the idea of cas in order to kill cas, to accepting cas is in there with leviathans, to beginning to forgive cas and care for cas only to loose cas and realise how much cas truly meant to him.
The italics are what he was thinking after Levi!Cas walked out of the room and left Bobby and Dean to pick themselves up and find sam.
So everyone is having a whack at the coat thing and so am i. This is set the night proceeding Cas's supposed death. It's not Dean breaking down cause i don't think he's quite there yet. He thinks he has to hold it together no matter how much pain he's in because he has to be there for Sam, he has to keep going otherwise he'll stop completely.
I'm thinking he'd have to be feeling extremely conflicted because of the fact that emotionally he's gone from being afraid of god cas, to having to numb himself to the idea of cas in order to kill cas, to accepting cas is in there with leviathans, to beginning to forgive cas and care for cas only to loose cas and realise how much cas truly meant to him.
The italics are what he was thinking after Levi!Cas walked out of the room and left Bobby and Dean to pick themselves up and find sam.
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This is such an emotional and well written piece! I know of a few people that want to write something similar. I think you did a wonderful job portraying how much it is affecting Dean to have Cas gone. So wonderful!