[ Chains clink and rattle as Dean goes into Castiel's arms, winding around him as best as he can. His body aches - his joints hurt, his muscles ache. His veins feel full of liquid fire, but he's shivering violently in Castiel's grip, clutching at his coat, Dean burying his face into Cas' neck. ]
It's dark down here. [ His voice is muffled, small. A little wild - he's certainly delirious, but he speaks the truth.
His truths, the quiet ones he doesn't share with anyone else. ]
I don't like the dark.
[ Castiel smells good, he vaguely registers. Like...soap and shampoo. Clean things, things of safety and warmth. Detergent, which means clean clothes, a soft bed. Clean sheets. Somewhere to lay down and be safe, that isn't dirty and filthy and disgusting and dark. ]
Please stay.
[ Realistically, Cas needs to get Dean treatment of some kind, and soon, before it all goes septic and their 'Chosen One' dies from staph. But goddamn Dean doesn't want to be alone with his thoughts and fears.
His voice is practically a whisper, soft and barely audible. ]
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It's dark down here. [ His voice is muffled, small. A little wild - he's certainly delirious, but he speaks the truth.
His truths, the quiet ones he doesn't share with anyone else. ]
I don't like the dark.
[ Castiel smells good, he vaguely registers. Like...soap and shampoo. Clean things, things of safety and warmth. Detergent, which means clean clothes, a soft bed. Clean sheets. Somewhere to lay down and be safe, that isn't dirty and filthy and disgusting and dark. ]
Please stay.
[ Realistically, Cas needs to get Dean treatment of some kind, and soon, before it all goes septic and their 'Chosen One' dies from staph. But goddamn Dean doesn't want to be alone with his thoughts and fears.
His voice is practically a whisper, soft and barely audible. ]
Don't leave me.