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You wipe a hand across your mouth, coming away with a smear of blood. All around you the coppery scent pervades and you want to gag. You're sitting against a stone wall, prison bars next to you. The cell is dank and dark and so quiet, it's almost deafening. You hurt in a million places, too many to actually realize.
"Cas?" you call, causing a bout of coughing and more blood.
"(y/n)," comes his low voice. "Are you okay?"
You laugh a little, shaking your head. "I don't think so."
"Hang in there. Dean and Sam will come," he says firmly. You know he doesn't really believe it, but is only saying it for your benefit.
You turn your head so you can better hear him, but even that small movement hurts. On the other side of your cell wall, Cas is sitting in much the same position. If the bricks didn't separate you, you'd be leaning against each other.
"Cas, if we die-"
"Don't say that," he interrupts gruffly. You stop and it's quiet. Tears start to roll down your grime and blood covered cheeks.
"I just wish-" you choke, "I wish I could see you."
"As do I. Can you...can you stick your arm through the bars?"
You glance at the metal poles, reaching out to move your hand in between them. "Yes."
"Reach toward my cell," Cas says. You have to move closer to the bars and you grunt with each shift. When you make it, you're able to stick almost your whole arm through. You feel Cas's hand straining for yours. You brush his fingers and you hear a groan as he pushes his arm out further. You can now hold each others hands, albeit loosely. He gives it a small squeeze as much as he is able. You wince a little, the cuts on your hand stinging, but you don't really care. You start to feel more blackness approach the edges of your vision.
"Cas....I don't think...." you start to feel panicked, knowing you're losing touch.
"(y/n)," Cas's voice is fearful and urgent. "Stay awake."
"Cas....." you have no more energy to fight it.
The last thing you hear is Cas frantically calling your name. Your hand slips from his, falling to the ground.
"(y/n)!" when Cas gets no response he rests his head against the wall, squeezing his eyes shut to stop the tears. "Please....they'll come. Please come."

A/N: Uh....depressing, sorry. I don't know how what I intended to be fluff turned into angst but....Please leave feedback Thank you, I LOVE you all and cannot appreciate or thank you enough for reading my work<3

:) (Smile) — Description
You wipe a hand across your mouth, coming away with a smear of blood. All around you the coppery scent pervades and you want to gag. You're sitting against a stone wall, prison bars next to you. The cell is dank and dark and so quiet, it's almost deafening. You hurt in a million places, too many to actually realize.
"Cas?" you call, causing a bout of coughing and more blood.
"(y/n)," comes his low voice. "Are you okay?"
You laugh a little, shaking your head. "I don't think so."
"Hang in there. Dean and Sam will come," he says firmly. You know he doesn't really believe it, but is only saying it for your benefit.
You turn your head so you can better hear him, but even that small movement hurts. On the other side of your cell wall, Cas is sitting in much the same position. If the bricks didn't separate you, you'd be leaning against each other.
"Cas, if we die-"
"Don't say that," he interrupts gruffly. You stop and it's quiet. Tears start to roll down your grime and blood covered cheeks.
"I just wish-" you choke, "I wish I could see you."
"As do I. Can you...can you stick your arm through the bars?"
You glance at the metal poles, reaching out to move your hand in between them. "Yes."
"Reach toward my cell," Cas says. You have to move closer to the bars and you grunt with each shift. When you make it, you're able to stick almost your whole arm through. You feel Cas's hand straining for yours. You brush his fingers and you hear a groan as he pushes his arm out further. You can now hold each others hands, albeit loosely. He gives it a small squeeze as much as he is able. You wince a little, the cuts on your hand stinging, but you don't really care. You start to feel more blackness approach the edges of your vision.
"Cas....I don't think...." you start to feel panicked, knowing you're losing touch.
"(y/n)," Cas's voice is fearful and urgent. "Stay awake."
"Cas....." you have no more energy to fight it.
The last thing you hear is Cas frantically calling your name. Your hand slips from his, falling to the ground.
"(y/n)!" when Cas gets no response he rests his head against the wall, squeezing his eyes shut to stop the tears. "Please....they'll come. Please come."

A/N: Uh....depressing, sorry. I don't know how what I intended to be fluff turned into angst but....Please leave feedback Thank you, I LOVE you all and cannot appreciate or thank you enough for reading my work<3