The Adventures of Reader

Reader in Supernatural - Song Fic - Coming Home

Hey guys! I felt like doing an angsty song fic, so I ended up using Coming Home Pt II. I really like the song and it kind of puts me in tears when I listen to it. I'll put it in as a video when I get on my laptop tomorrow. I'm going to sleep now

GOOD NIGHT AND DOBBY OUT!
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And the blood will dry
Underneath my nails
And the wind will rise up
To fill my sails
The wind had been fierce, turning your own hair against you as it whipped around.
There had been blood. So much blood. Some of it had been yours, some of it demons', some of it belonging to the vessels of angels. It had stained your hands, your clothes. Your hair had been matted with drying blood and your nails were the same.
The battle had left you with an injury, one that you didn't really bother to heal. It was a reminder of what you had faced. The damage the battle had inflicted on everyone - everything.
So you can doubt
And you can hate
But I know
No matter what it takes
At one point, you doubted that anyone would make it out. You were lucky, one of the few beings that did make it. You wondered why you were the one who was alive when so many others deserved it more than you.
"I thought I might find you here." A familiar voice called. You nodded, barely looking up. There were only two places you would ever be found. One, a meadow in France, where a certain wild flower grew. The only reason you went there was to keep the wildflower from going extinct.
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
Tell the world that I'm coming home
Let the rain
Wash away
All the pain of yesterday
Two, on the hood of the broken down, slowly rusting Impala. You spent days at a time, just sitting on it. You didn't feel anything when it rained. You would just sit there numbly, the pain of the battle branching out to all of your nerves.
You stared blankly at Castiel. "It's not hard to find me anymore, is it?" You asked, letting a humourless laugh bubble out of your lips. "What do you need?"
I know my kingdom awaits
And they've forgiven my mistakes
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
Tell the world I'm coming
"For you to come home." Castiel replied. You let out another laugh, a hysterical one this time.
"Home? Where's that, Cas?" You wondered aloud, your voice soft compared to your laughing. You glanced over at your brother, turning away when you saw the pity and concern in his eyes.
"Dean and Sam wouldn't want this of you." He murmured. "You belong back in heaven, with us who remain. We need your help."
Still far away
From where I belong
But it's always darkest
Before the dawn
"I belong no-where, Castiel." You replied, watching absently as a bird landed on the tree opposite you. You watched as it hopped along the branch, looking for a place where it would see the most.
What use would you be to your brothers and sisters, the ones who you betrayed for humanity? What use could they possibly have for a broken angel?
So you can doubt
And you can hate
But I know
No matter what it takes
You heard him sigh, but you then heard him leave, flying away, back to heaven. You stayed sitting on the Impala, going over every single mistake in the lead up to the battle. You had been a soldier of heaven, a loyal one at that, until they announced war on demons and humans alike. They had asked you to help lead.
You refused, taking off when no-one was looking. You had promised yourself to fight for the humans until the end, wanting to protect the fragile, yet absolutely brilliant, creations of your father. "No matter what it takes." You had told yourself as you fled from heaven.
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
Tell the world that I'm coming home
Let the rain
Wash away
All the pain of yesterday
You watched as the bird from before flew away. You didn't bother looking up, already knowing that the sky would be coloured the grey clouds, ready to burst with rain.
You heard the first drop. You saw the second drop. The third drop of rain landed on your hand. Soon it was pouring heavily, making you shiver lightly for a few seconds while you adjusted to the change in the environment around you. You shifted slightly, letting the rain wash over your vessel, rinsing away loose dirt and dust that you hadn't bothered to clean off yourself.
I know my kingdom awaits
And they've forgiven my mistakes
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
Tell the world I'm coming
You knew that Castiel would be back. You prayed that the next time around, it would only be him. You didn't want to know what your siblings would do to you if you refused to go with them.
You barely took notice when the rain stopped. Should you start running away from them? Where would you run? You knew that you wouldn't run. You had no where to go, other than the meadow, and they knew about your only other place of rest. You refused to call it a home. You didn't have a home.
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
Tell the world that I'm coming home
Let the rain
Wash away
All the pain of yesterday
You remembered about your angel blade. You had buried it somewhere in the battlefield, but the battlefield was all around you. The Impala was at the heart of the field when it started. Following what memory you had left, you walked to the west until you could barely see the Impala. Sticking out of the ground you saw the silver handle of your angel blade.
You pulled the blade out of the dirt, brushing away the clumps of earth that clung to it. You quickly made your way back to the Impala, sitting back down on it as you examined your blade. It was in perfect condition.
I know my kingdom awaits
And they've forgiven my mistakes
You took a deep breath, exhaling shakily as you dug the point of the blade into your vessel's flesh. It cut through the paper-like skin easily, the blood flowing freely from your vessel.
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
You felt dizzy, something that was new to you. You down against the wet hood of the Impala, closing your eyes to fight the dizziness. It had been a long time since you had felt anything like this. You barely heard the sound of wings fluttering.
It was Castiel's voice. "_______, NO!"
Tell the world I'm coming home.