Castiel had spent millions of years watching weary humans crawl into their beds and thank God that they can finally sleep. So when his grace began to fade he had thought that sleep might a little flicker of light amongst the encroaching darkness. Castiel had taken the occasional peak into human dreams, they were often jumbled but cheerful, sometimes much better than their waking life. Castiel’s dreams were nothing like that.
There wasn’t anything tangible to them, there wasn’t anyone attacking him or any pain. Perhaps he simply never remembered them but to him as soon as he fell asleep he was greeted with darkness and just pure terror.
While he had gone to bed happy and content it isn’t long before he awakes , screaming and drenched in sweat.
“Castiel,” Lucifer murmurs beside him. His brother stays beside him through the nights now, in hopes that it might calm his frantic mind, Castiel feels guilty that Lucifer wastes so much time on him but needs him so badly he doesn’t say anything. A hand wraps around his wrist gently pulls him back onto the bed, Lucifer whispers something against his neck, he doesn’t quite understand it but assumes it’s because of his still distraught mind.
“It’s awful, just- just awful,” he babbles, heart pounding in his chest even now.
Lucifer speaks again and again the words’ meaning is lost on him which he now realizes is because it’s one of the languages that have long been wiped from his mind. Lucifer’s feather light touch grazes his jaw line and he places a kiss on Castiel’s forehead. His incomprehensible words spill from his lips and blend together, forming something akin to a lullaby and Castiel relaxes under his brother touch.
The words remind him of home, they seem familiar even if he can’t place them but he knows Lucifer wouldn’t be speaking them if he wasn’t sure of their effect. His voice is not the one he uses with others, it’s not firm and authoritative like when he’s giving out orders. It’s soft, gentle, it’s so completely tender that Castiel just melts into Lucifer’s arms as the song-like words chase away the darkness that sneaks in on him every night.
His eyes flutter shut and he sighs contently. At least tonight he can be sure no nightly terrors will creep in past Lucifer’s arms.
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FILL (Team Castiel/Lucifer), Bedtime song, Casifer
Date: 2013-11-16 04:51 am (UTC)Castiel’s dreams were nothing like that.
There wasn’t anything tangible to them, there wasn’t anyone attacking him or any pain. Perhaps he simply never remembered them but to him as soon as he fell asleep he was greeted with darkness and just pure terror.
While he had gone to bed happy and content it isn’t long before he awakes , screaming and drenched in sweat.
“Castiel,” Lucifer murmurs beside him. His brother stays beside him through the nights now, in hopes that it might calm his frantic mind, Castiel feels guilty that Lucifer wastes so much time on him but needs him so badly he doesn’t say anything. A hand wraps around his wrist gently pulls him back onto the bed, Lucifer whispers something against his neck, he doesn’t quite understand it but assumes it’s because of his still distraught mind.
“It’s awful, just- just awful,” he babbles, heart pounding in his chest even now.
Lucifer speaks again and again the words’ meaning is lost on him which he now realizes is because it’s one of the languages that have long been wiped from his mind. Lucifer’s feather light touch grazes his jaw line and he places a kiss on Castiel’s forehead. His incomprehensible words spill from his lips and blend together, forming something akin to a lullaby and Castiel relaxes under his brother touch.
The words remind him of home, they seem familiar even if he can’t place them but he knows Lucifer wouldn’t be speaking them if he wasn’t sure of their effect. His voice is not the one he uses with others, it’s not firm and authoritative like when he’s giving out orders. It’s soft, gentle, it’s so completely tender that Castiel just melts into Lucifer’s arms as the song-like words chase away the darkness that sneaks in on him every night.
His eyes flutter shut and he sighs contently. At least tonight he can be sure no nightly terrors will creep in past Lucifer’s arms.