@bloodsalted said: ' some nights can be so fucking lonely. '
looks at the amber liquid in the bottle before taking another tentative sip of it, the taste bitter upon tongue. for a moment, castiel had thought the hunter's voice at the beginning of the night had been the start of a prayer. he'd felt that familiar pull, faint and instinctive, before realizing the words weren't meant for heaven, at all. just for the empty space between the two. no, it hadn't been a prayer ─ just dean. drunk, and isolated, needing another voice to break the silence, one that belonged to someone other than a stranger in this bar.
' . . . i know. ' leaves him quietly, eyes settling on the man across the booth. he does know. he's seen dean on motel balconies with a bottle dangling from his fingers long after sam has fallen asleep. seen him drive for hours with the radio turned all the way down, saying nothing to anyone. seen strangers slip out of his bed before dawn, only for dean to look more solitary than he had the night before. he's seen him alone more times than dean himself could ever realize, and more times than castiel himself would ever dare admit.
fingers curl tight around the neck of the bottle. ' not every lonely night is spent alone. ' a pause. words not coming out the way he'd intended. ' i mean, ' a faint frown unfurls as castiel corrects himself, unblinking.
' people can be surrounded by others and still experience loneliness. ' he rephrases, blues still resting on the man before him, allowing the silence to settle between them momentarily. ' you and sam argued. ' he then continues, brows knitting slightly. leaving the bottle on the table as hands come to fold upon his own lap. ' you usually end up in places like these after an argument. ' and for the first time in several minutes, the angel blinks. ' you become quieter. '
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