|When The World Comes Down
Author: CSI Dork PM
Do not read unless you have read All Quiet On The Demon Front! A week on and Dean is becoming increasingly worried about Sam, behaving almost as though nothing ever happened in the first place. Where is Castiel when you need him?Rated: Fiction T - English - Drama/Romance - Sam W. - Chapters: 24 - Words: 61,117 - Reviews: 19 - Favs: 8 - Follows: 11 - Updated: 04-10-11 - Published: 07-30-10 - id: 6190442
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Summary: A week on from Molly's death and Dean is becoming increasingly worried about Sam, behaving almost as though she never existed in the first place. Where is Castiel when you need him?
Sorry, pants summary as always!
A/N - Ok, so I had every intention of posting this story when I had actually finished it but I loved writing the first installment so much that I found myself missing the characters. This one probably won't go as well as the last but if you chose to check this out after reading the first one then YAY :) you made my day.
Again, aside from the impending apocalypse and Lucifer's involvement, this story has pretty much no relevance to Season 5 especially as I still haven't seen most of the second half of the season. I have to wait until September for the DVD cos I don't have cable TV and my designated recording person couldn't record it for me! Booo!
The rainbow shafts of light that illuminated the small warehouse office seemed to penetrate through Castiel's skin, each of the colours filling him with a new emotion. Sunshine yellow, cerulean blue, electric pink, pure white. Happiness, trepidation, urgency, peace.
He found himself staring at the silhouette of the person in the doorway. Just an image projected from an uncalculable distance. Castiel had never actually seen his Creator, suspected that this was not what He really looked like, but he knew who it was, he had been searching for this very person for quite some time now.
'Father,' Castiel said for what he thought was the second time. He was so perplexed and elated that time seemed to be warped and actions blurred into one another.
The figure in the doorway did not speak, had no voice, but Castiel could sense every word. The time to communicate between one another was limited, the figure just an illusion projected by his Creator from a great distance.
Castiel made no move to interrupt as the message was relayed to him. He moved only to nod as the message became as clear as it was going to be. The task set of him no easy one, already fraught with complication.
Sam Winchester has a destiny.
You must make sure that destiny is fulfilled.
Find the soul.
A/N - OK, tell me what you think winces in trepidation