.Take me to church.

.5 am.

I woke the next morning with a beer in hand not even on my bed with a ringing in my ears. a headache and the ringing was louder... and louder. I shot off my couch my lights in my trailer all turning on at once, glowing brighter and brighter until they burst. I cover my ears as I spill my beer. I left the trailer still hearing the loud ringing and falling over. then it just stops. it was brisk outside and I was instantly grateful for the heater I bought not too long ago that I now realize was destroyed....  standing up I walk up to the front porch taking a deep breath and preparing myself for the damage

Nothing. It was fine, nothing out of place even my beer sitting on the table next to the still-playing television. I walked over and smelled my beer before pouring it down the drain along with the rest of the brand-new six-pack mother had gifted me. I didn't know what was in my beer but I didn't want to find out by drinking anymore. Checking the time "5:20 am." what a strange time to have a bad drug trip.

Exactly a month later Mom had called off Tuesday church for a wedding anniversary and me and Sam had both agreed we didn't want to get up at 8 am for church. because of that, we would be joining Mom at 5 am the next morning all taking separate cars. finding waking up that morning easy I grabbed some coffee added a little extra cream and chugged it right before leaving for the house locking up. the drive was so nice when I was alone I would simply just blast my music as loud as possible in the rust bucket of a car I bought when I moved out. Then I arrive the ritual starts up once more. silence. complete silence. then all of a sudden it is the end. the tap on the shoulder and the quiet nod as we all walk outside.

"Have a good day Mom," Sam says as he kisses her forehead, I give her a hug and Sam leaves along with Mom. For some reason, I stay.  I feel compelled to walk back in and look at my favorite window. I needed to feel the warmth that swallowed me.

I walked back in silently turning in the direction of the window but a figure was standing in front of it. a brown trench coat covering his body as I approach I can feel the warmth of the glass hit my skin. I've always wondered if this is how prayer felt to Mom. when all of a sudden my train of thought was interrupted by a deep monotone voice.

"this is the only Chapple with a stained glass of Castiel for Contrys you know." his voice cut through my ears breaking the ritual of silence that I normally followed within the Church. his voice smooth as it southed the anxiety I originally experienced.

"I had no clue." 

"Well, now you know."

"Dean."

"Cas...."

"nice to meet you Cas."

"lovely to meet you Dean."

The silence fell over both of us and I felt the intoxicating warmth of the stained glass wash over me. Life was simple standing here no stress or even a hit of Anxity even as  stranger stood next to me in silence I wondered if he felt the way i felt under this artwork.  safe to say my ignorent state of bliss is why ill fit in this spot sitting next to cas now. not knowing if this is art of a real being or just some crazy drug trip someone experienced early bc. but if this window was a real i would hope to be wrapped in the dark wings to experience the warmth of the stain glass in a more intemet setting.

I turn around after taking a deep breath. "Have a good day Dean." the monitone voice sent a chill up my spine. Not expecting the strange man to say another word. "you too Cas."