df-chan:

It doesn’t feel like victory.

The flight was more like a tumble through the air. Castiel practically crashed in front of the entrance to the bunker.

But he didn’t pause to ponder on the scorching feel of the foreign grace somewhere inside Jimmy’s skin. He hurried into the bunker, flying, as soon as he passed the warded entrance.

He found him from the first try.

Slumped unconscious on the table, with alcohol-stained breath and still bloody face, Sam was oblivious to his entrance.

Castiel paused to stare at the human. At the human who manajed to condem and save the world once. And only one thought he never wants to associate with Sam Winchester came to his mind.

Broken.

Broken, fragile, human soul, that wept so loudly, that even Castiel’s fading grace resonated with it’s devastation, echoing with his own pain over the loss.

His hand found Sam’s forehead, and he bowed his head.

It doesn’t feel like victory.

*sobs* the ANGST!!!