In That Moment We Cease to Exist

The night called to him. The dark oppressive black reached out, palming its sweaty touch down his flustered face. "I could devour you, and you wouldn't dare stop me" It growled, its mouth gently brushing down, down, down. "You don't have the guts. For I am untouchable."

Sometimes, in his dreams, Castiel could hear the screams from damnation, like violins played in a violent crescendo that rises from the pits, the very sound designed to make the heavens weep with blood. But it's when the screaming stops that Castiel is afraid of the dark.