supernatural whumptober 2024

~NOWHERE ELSE TO GO~

The wind howled a mournful dirge that seemed to echo the despair in Castiel's heart. His ship, lay battered and broken on the jagged rocks, its once proud masts now mere splinters. Dean, his only other passenger, face was etched with fear and resignation.

Dean had always been a dreamer, a man who yearned for adventure and the unknown. He had set sail wit an angel and a map, a treasure trove of ancient markings and cryptic symbols that promised untold riches. But now, as he surveyed the wreckage, he realized that his dreams had been dashed against the unforgiving rocks.

The map, once his prized possession, was now a tattered and torn mess. Saltwater had stained the parchment, obscuring many of the vital details. A few of the symbols were still visible, but they were like scattered pieces of a puzzle, offering no clear indication of their location.

"It was a good run, Cas," muttered Dean, his voice barely audible over the wind. Cas nodded, his gaze fixed on the horizon. He knew that his angelic powers could not fix this.

As days turned into weeks, Dean and Cas struggled to survive on the desolate island. Luckily, Cas did not need to eat sense he was an angel but Dean barely managed to scavenge enough food to keep himself alive, but the lack of fresh water and shelter took a toll on his health. His body was ravaged by disease and malnutrition.

Cas watched helplessly as his Dean succumbed to the elements. He felt a deep sense of guilt, knowing that Dean's foolish dreams had led to their downfall. But he also felt a strange sense of peace, as if he had finally come to terms with his own mortality.

One day, as Cas sat alone on the beach, he noticed a strange glint in the sand. He picked it up and examined it closely. It was a small, metal object, shaped like a compass needle. He realized that it must have been part of the map, a hidden clue that he had overlooked.

With renewed hope, Cas set about deciphering the remaining symbols on the map. It was a painstaking process, but eventually, he managed to piece together the clues and determine the location of the hidden treasure.

Gathering a very disheveled Dean, Cas set out on a final adventure. They sailed across the treacherous seas, guided by the compass needle and the tattered map. After weeks of perilous journey, they finally reached the island where the treasure was supposedly buried.

With trembling hands, Cas began to dig. As the earth gave way, he uncovered a chest filled with gold and jewels. It was a fortune beyond his wildest dreams, but the angel knew that it was too late. Dean was too weak, too sick to enjoy the fruits of their labor.

As the sun began to set, Cas stood alone on the beach, gazing out at the endless ocean. He had found the treasure, but at what cost? He had lost his ship, almost lost Dean, and his dreams. As he turned to leave, he heard a faint whisper in the wind. "It was a good run, Cas." The angel smiled sadly and nodded. It was indeed a good run, but it was also a bittersweet end.