A Destiel AU.
Chapter One: Air Force Down
Bzzz. Bzzzzzz. Bzzzzzzzzz.
Castiel groaned as he flopped over on to his stomach. The crick in his neck—no matter how much yoga he did he couldn’t ever seem to wake up without it—complained loudly as he fumbled for his phone in the semidarkness. He managed to knock over the glass of water on his bedside table and the top three books on his stack before he reached it.
The background of his phone—one of his plants in particularly good lighting in the lab that day—was completely obscured. Castiel squinted down at the too-bright light, preparing to send Meg a flurry of angry texts, but the little notifications weren’t from text messages. Castiel snatched his reading glasses up and shoved them on his nose. The blurry text cleared.
The Washington Post: Air Force One Encounters Engine Trouble.
New York Times: Air Force One in Trouble Over Pacific.
And so on, a dozen little notifications with more popping up every time he scrolled down. With every single little buzz of his phone, tension’s tight fingers clamped harder on Castiel’s heart until it felt like it had in high school what felt like a million years ago, like it was going to beat out of his chest.
Finally, a text.
Meg: Clarence, don’t turn on the TV.
Numbly, Castiel watched notifications come one after the other as every major news network in the world realized the same thing.
Air Force One had crashed with the President on board.
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