Hurts Me Too

Will You Share Your Soul With Me?

They woke up with stiff backs and necks, but it was worth it. "We should watch the sunrise sometime," Sam said as he folded the blankets. He stuffed them in his duffel bag. Castiel took a moment to relish the use of we. He had not even put thought into it before, but they referred to themselves as a unit. He felt his face burn in embarrassment. Stupid human emotions.

"That could be nice," Castiel smiled, and Sam smiled back.

They walked, collected more food, and were still unlucky in the car department. Sam talked most of the time they walked together. He rambled about monster lore and random facts he knew. He even told a few stories about his childhood a little. The stories consisted of fun things he did with Dean. Castiel did not like hearing the stories, but something about how Sam relived his past, told him the other man needed to talk about his brother.

They walk until sunset again. They do not go inside a house. Instead, they settle outside under the twinkling stars again. Castiel stared at the sky, wondering if Dean made it to Heaven. If there was still a Heaven to go to.

"What do you think happened to the infected?" Sam asked. 

"They were cured," Castiel replied. 

"The last experience I had with the Croatoan virus. All the people disappeared."

"I see."

Sam exhaled softly and turned to face Castiel, and Castiel turned to look back at him. "Should I wake you up before sunrise?" Sam questioned. He changed the topic quickly.

"Why would you do that?"

"So, we can watch it together, silly," Sam chuckled softly.

Early in the morning, Sam gingerly shook Castiel awake. The sun was about to peak over the horizon, and the sky was lighting up with the beginning of its rays. Castiel tiredly came around and sat up next to Sam. They sat there, watching the sun slowly wake up—the sky was painted bright red, lilac, and rose pink. "I've always loved sunrises," Sam whispered. Castiel saw the appeal in sunrises. They can vary in vibrance and color pallet and mark the start of a new day.

The sun rose finally, and Sam was asleep. Castiel stayed awake, watching the sky. Clouds float through the crisp gray sky, making strange shapes as most of them do. Once Sam is awake again, they set off.

"Where are we going?" Sam asked.

"I'm not sure. Is the destination important?"

"I suppose not, but it would be nice to go somewhere with a reason. This is the first time I've never just wandered around aimlessly; there's always been a purpose to what we did."

"Perhaps it is best there is no purpose, and we get to "live in the moment," Castiel said, punctuating the end with air quotes.

"Perhaps," Sam replied.

After a few hours, Sam and Castiel reach a wide, open field. The roads in front of them forked off into a crossroad.

"We can take a break here," Sam declared.

They sat down on the dusty ground and ate.

Sam and Castiel's travels were cut short by the weather. It started drizzling as it had on their first day out, but steadily got more intense, forcing them to find shelter. They spot an abandoned farmhouse on the far-left side of the road--just as the wind begins to pick up.

By the time they get to the farmhouse, they are both soaked. Sam dropped his bags on the ground, and Castiel followed suit. Castiel's eyes scan the room they stand in. There are a few pieces of furniture: two chairs, a coffee table, and a small couch. It was in the middle of the living room, off to his left was the kitchen, and straight ahead was the door to a bathroom.