Morning Light
@bitchjerkandtherebelangel
Dean, as per usual, couldn’t sleep, instead sitting in his bed, blankets draped over his legs. He rested against the small headboard and sighed, fingers rubbing his eyes as he thumbed the next song to play before setting the phone aside and letting it play beside him. He started leafing through the all too familiar faces and memories, smiling and waving at the camera as he turned page after page. His eyes stopped on one, fingers trailing over it before snapping the book shut.
He’d had enough heartache for the night. He kicked the blankets off and sat the book back in its place in his desk drawer. He stood at the desk for a few moments, shifting through a few of the clippings he’d snagged from newspapers here and there. He scooped them up and dropped them into a folder for later, stretching with a yawn before he fell back onto the bed. His arms went behind his head, staring at the ceiling as his mind flashed back to weeks before, the fight with Ca- Lucifer, his chest still aching a little from the still healing bruises. His hand massaged over the weary muscles, sighing softly as he shook his head.
“What next...? We’ve got nothing on Amara, no cases... I’m going insane in here,” he mumbled to himself, arm draping over his face.