It's horrible, all of it. Horrible in a way that's singular and frozen and just goes on and on, locked into a single apocalyptic moment. He falls back and watches, groping for Neil again, dry-eyed and numb.
And then the light. Bursting. Beaming out like the heart of the universe, scattering itself through the air and delineated by dark wings. He watches, unaware of anything but the power being unleashed in front of him, face wet with the tears that wouldn't come until now.
And then that breath, and it's like he can breathe again with it.
He fumbles for his phone. Has no idea if he even has it, and it's taking so fucking long, and it might still be too late. But then suddenly it's in his hands and he's dialing.
He's not even sure what he says. He can't stop looking at Dean's chest as it rises and falls.
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It's horrible, all of it. Horrible in a way that's singular and frozen and just goes on and on, locked into a single apocalyptic moment. He falls back and watches, groping for Neil again, dry-eyed and numb.
And then the light. Bursting. Beaming out like the heart of the universe, scattering itself through the air and delineated by dark wings. He watches, unaware of anything but the power being unleashed in front of him, face wet with the tears that wouldn't come until now.
And then that breath, and it's like he can breathe again with it.
He fumbles for his phone. Has no idea if he even has it, and it's taking so fucking long, and it might still be too late. But then suddenly it's in his hands and he's dialing.
He's not even sure what he says. He can't stop looking at Dean's chest as it rises and falls.