Bad times it is || thursdays-soldier || End Verse
thursdays-soldier
There was an uncomfortable silence laying around the camp. Usually you could hear the distant sound of on the nightwatch talking, someone walking around or even some animals that were up at night. But now there was nothing, and the only thing he could hear was the sound of Castiels slow breathing. At least someone was asleep, more than you could say about Dean who found himself staring at the roof as if it would come alive if he didn't. He was just waiting, for something, anything. But whatever it was, he had a feeling it wouldn't be anything good. Becase did anything good ever happen to them? Except maybe when they managed to get food or medecine but that always came with a price. Someone getting infected, dying or hurt. Always.
And as he was slowly starting to relax, drift off, the loud scream reached his ears. Being dragged out of the sleepless state he was in was like smaking him out of an airplane and he quickly sat up, attention turning towards Castiel. From there and to the point where he was by Castiels bed were quick, it wasn't the first time his ex-angel buddy had nightmares. "shhh, I'm here..." he almost cooed to the man, sitting down on the bed.