The Empty
One second he was looking into Dean and Sam’s relieved faces, the next burning pain and hot white light engulfed his being. He was nothing, a shadow in a now shadowy world. He could see Mary, saw her wild swings at Lucifer, saw his big brother stumble and pull her backwards into the rift. Instinctively he reached out to catch her, to save her for Dean. His fingers encountered nothing, he was smoke on water. All light, all grace gone, the world around him flickered and wavered like a disturbed pool. Dean was on his knees, his face slack with shock. Cas could almost hear his thoughts, no not thoughts a long psychic scream of disbelief.
“C’mon man, come back” an echo of an echo.
“I’m here Dean” No voice in this other place, just whispered thought. Cas curled himself close to Dean willing him to feel him, hear him. Nothing, there were other thoughts now, bidding him to let go, let it all go become nothing. Tempting, but the call of Dean’s pain was too strong. How could he leave him, when his own mind was screaming at the unfairness of it all?
“Please come back”
@saawek your art made me do this.