#voidposting?

[foenotfriend]

whenever you close your eyes, thats me :-) that sense of not being alone you get in the dark? dont be scared, thats me :-) i am the shadows in the corners of your room, i am the darkness under your bed, i am the shade under trees, i am the dark side of the moon :-) im the long you that stretches along the sidewalk and mirrors your every move :-)

[faillen]

The Empty didn’t show him things. It was maddeningly quiet and fathomless and intangible. Cas’s own mind did the job of showing him things. DIY, he thinks, nonsensically.

*

Suddenly the nightlight is not evidence of the vast difference between here and the Empty, but simply the tiniest barrier against Cas sinking into the depths of nothingness once again.

*

Jack yawns, and that’s when Cas realizes it’s actually evening and not morning like he thought (odd, he thinks. Because it feels like the dawn of a new life. But instead it’s simply 11pm on a Thursday, and he has his child and his. Dean.)

*

“It’s so good to see you, man,” Sam murmurs, squeezing them all tightly, and Jack squirms his way under Cas’s limp arm until he’s tucked underneath it, Dean loosening his own grip to make space for him.

*

rough rough draft-posting during voidhours