@candy-addicted-angel
“ Angels ... They’re falling ... ”
Dean’s words echoed still in Sam’s ears. It had been three days since the angels had streamed down from the sky, onto the Earth below. Three days, and Sam was still in shock. All the angels, kicked out of Heaven, forced onto the Earth below. He wondered how many had died.
And he wondered what kind of Hell this had earned him. His fault- of course it was his own fault.
Once Sam had recovered, he’d pulled away from Dean. He’d managed to get out of the bunker and into the impala, just- driving.
Driving to clear his mind. Driving to... think. There were a million thoughts in his mind and even more emotions in his chest. He felt sick. His stomach was churning. He pulled over on the side of the old country road he’d been driving on, getting out and sighing, hoping the fresh air would soothe him. He’d been driving an hour. He hadn’t meant to drive so far from the bunker, and he knew Dean would be worried, but he’d needed this. Needed this time, needed this space.
As he stares into the distance, he pauses, blinking and stepping forward. There was something in the woods, in the distance. Something oddly shaped like a body. Sam turns, grabbing his gun- just in case- and then quickly walks towards the body, slowly approaching it.
“ Hello...? Hey- are you- are you okay...? ” He calls out.
