Broken wings || Destiel

Chapter 19

hiii so i know i'm a horrible person for not writing anything for so long, i don't even have any excuse, i just had a huge writers block idk:(

anyway here's a new chapter, it's a bit longer than usual, but i hope you'll like it:)

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WARNING: mentions of suicide, i hope not triggering:(

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Cas knew where he was headed. He had the image in his mind and it didn't take long before he found himself in a small, dark, alley. His steps suddenly seemed so loud, resonating through his mind, his blood pumping fast and fists clenching with each step he took towards the dark building. He knew the feeling, knew it all too well, and he hated it. His breath was shallow as he took one last step, finally standing in front of the house.

The building looked abandoned, except for two lonely rocking chairs on the porch. He remembered the day he sat there for the first time, his eyes so bright and heart clean of any sins, he could still hear the children chasing around the house and laughing, their voices ringing in his ears, the way it felt when soft breeze blew a few fallen leaves and one of them landed in his palm like a butterfly, the feeling when sun laid it's rays on his face and he could swear he never felt more alive. Oh, how little did he know, how naive he was, to think moments like this come without a price. With bittersweet memories in his head and a sad smile playing on his lips, he walked up the stairs, fingers tracing the cracks in the paint on the chair that still rocked back and forth slowly, as if someone was sitting there just seconds ago. It truly felt like yesterday when he sat there on his own, when he first laid his eyes on the person that was destined to be bound to him for the rest of his life.

Year 1896 ~flashback~

He enjoyed days like this. Days when he had nothing to do, and he could just wander through cities and villages, watching people, trying to understand them, observing them knowing they could never see him. That was all he was doing in that moment, really, just slowly rocking back and forth on the old chair that squeaked with each move, but he didn't care. The owners of the house left a long time ago, and no one else really came there anyway. He closed his eyes and listened to the sounds of the city, a baby crying for his mother, salesmen shouting, horse's hooves clatting on the pavement.

A sudden movement disturbed him, and he quickly turned around, only to catch a glimpse of a boy running into the house, tears streaming down his face. And yeah, that was new for Castiel. He's seen people unhappy before, he's seen them cry and scream, but there was something about the grief he felt coming from the boy that caught his attention.

Getting up, he entered the house and followed the sound of quiet sobs coming from a room upstairs. His quick movements stirred the dust off of the floor, but he couldn't care less. The grief he felt when the boy ran past him was so strong he could feel it dragging him down, making his shoulders feel heavy and putting a stone in his chest that made his heart race. But it wasn't only emotions he felt, he could feel physical pain coming in waves the closer he got to the closed door.

He couldn't stop himself from opening the door, realizing what he's done too late to stop or take it back. The door swinged open and he immediately saw a little, fragile looking figure, sat in the corner. The boy's eyes were wide and his tear stained face was reflecting the fear and shock he felt inside. Cas took a step back, as if that would help anything.