Drabble: If There Be a Messenger (SPN, Castiel/Dean)
Summary: For he will render unto man his righteousness. Sometimes Castiel only watches.
If There Be a Messenger
Neon lights reflect off dark wet pavement. There is a bar and sin and sadness. There is a city full of lights and a sky of dim stars.
Dean's head tips back against the brick wall, staring up.
The universe unfolds. Castiel feels the absence of silence that is God.
Dean's eyes close and yet he is still staring up. The space next to Dean's skin smells of leather and sweat. His breath is sour with whiskey. Dean doesn't move: he is trying to wipe blood off his hands.
Castiel does not reach out. In consequence, he does not touch.
If There Be a Messenger
Neon lights reflect off dark wet pavement. There is a bar and sin and sadness. There is a city full of lights and a sky of dim stars.
Dean's head tips back against the brick wall, staring up.
The universe unfolds. Castiel feels the absence of silence that is God.
Dean's eyes close and yet he is still staring up. The space next to Dean's skin smells of leather and sweat. His breath is sour with whiskey. Dean doesn't move: he is trying to wipe blood off his hands.
Castiel does not reach out. In consequence, he does not touch.