In which Cas has been rescued from the Empty, but finds the bunker too dark and quiet at night. A 15x18 and "finale? I don't know her" fix-it
It’s never truly dark in the bunker. The hallway lights are always left on, a table lamp in the library, the under-cabinet lights in the kitchen, all in service to the late-night habits of the bunker’s residents, both of whom bear far more than their share of nightmares and sleepless nights.
It’s also never truly silent, with the hum of the constant generators, the gentle whoosh of the air handlers.
But it’s more dark and more silent than Cas cares for right now.
It’s been so, so long since I’ve written anything, but this wormed its way into my brain this morning in response to this post/prompt. I cranked it out quickly before I could lose it, and liked it so much I’ve actually cleaned it up to post on AO3.
Big thanks to everyone who has already commented and squeed on the rough Tumblr version! I’m so excited to have my writing brain actually work for a change.
