yay finished my work for today, here’s more babby doddles
The world turns chaotic after the meteor shower. That’s all it is for every news agent, every journalist, and every human who doesn’t know the truth behind it all. A meteor shower. People are fascinated in all of their ignorance, about the meteors and how suddenly they both came to pass.
It takes two weeks for it to die down.
On the day that the newspaper includes no article of some scientist from who knows where predicting similar anomalies in the future, no news report mentions it, Dean gets a call. Early in the morning, or late at night, he can’t really tell once he practically jumps out of bed and picks it up.
“D-Dean.”
His mouth falls open and thousands of questions just bubble up in his mind, but he finds that the ability to speak has suddenly decided to leave him.
“Dean, I- I found a payphone and…”, Cas sounds helpless, panicked, and most of all incredibly tired. It’s then that Dean remembers it’s been raining for a week now, and it’s been incredibly cold for this time of year.
“Where are you?”, Dean asks immediately, already storming into the hallway to get his car keys. “Cas, where are you?”
“Omaha…I p-passed the sign three hours ago.”, he coughs, “I’m in front of a pharmacy. The..the sign says Elmwood.”
He’s already opening the driver’s side door, throwing his bag inside, and slamming it shut after practically jumping inside. The car engine turns on smoothly, roaring to life, and he grips both the steering wheel and the phone tighter.
“Cas, stay where you are, okay?”, he’s speeding, and he knows it, well past the set limits, but he doesn’t even think to care. The line goes dead ten minutes before he passes the sign for Hastings, and he curses under his breath. Elmwood pharmacy, Omaha, he repeats it, a mantra in his head not to remember, but to keep him from thinking about anything else.
About how Cas is probably cold and scared and lost, how he had to find a damn payphone because he doesn’t have any money to get a motel room or… Or food, he hasn’t eaten in who knows how long. He grips the steering wheel until his knuckles turn white, and even more so.
The ride feels like a dream, although he’s wide awake and aware of everything- of the sinking feeling in his stomach, his chest aching, his breath being uneven and the fact that two hours have passed, and so has the sign for the city Omaha. He feels hope, a little bit, at least, as he looks around for street names and direction signs. On an intersection, he finds it- South 52nd street- J.Coco Restaurant, Legend Comics & Coffee, Elmwood Pharmacy. He makes a turn, roughly, and sees him standing by a lone payphone, fiddling with the sleeves of that dumb coat that looks incredibly wrinkled and stained, and his hair’s more of a mess than it ever was, and his shoulders are slumped.
He runs out of the car, after parking it on the pavement, and doesn’t stop until he’s wrapping his hands around Cas’s shoulders and pulling against his chest. He clutches at the coat as if it’s a rope keeping him dangling off of a cliff. He feels like it is.
“Two weeks, Cas.”, he mumbles into Cas’s shoulder, tightening his grip. “The meteor shower, the angels falling and just… I thought you were dead.”
Cas’s arms wind around his waist, tightening at the words, and he sniffles, shaking, too cold and too tired in this form he has yet to grow used to.
“I-I’m so sorry.”, he chokes out, burying his face into the fabric Dean’s jacket. He feels warmer than he has in, well, ever. Dean shakes his head and pulls away, palms resting flat on Cas’s cheeks now.
“It’s okay.”, he says, rubbing circles on Cas’s skin with his thumb, breathing not an inch away from each other, noses brushing together. “Everything’s gonna be okay.”
