My Everything - Destiel

   Indigo, orange and misty blue painted over the sky; the black, shiny, Impala set in stone near the docks of the water; sit Sam and Dean as they each have a beer in hand and embrace the silence as it was the very bliss of their lives. Pure nature soothed the sting and burn of the road, and the glances they shared with one another spoke all the words they felt the need to say.

   For once the atmosphere was not consumed with tension, secrets, or urges; only complete serenity and the Winchester boys thought it unusual but come hell or high water did not cause them to hesitate to enjoy it with every fiber of their bodies. A euphoric sensation sprung up through their toes to the very top of their heads. They’d never felt such peace before in their unique existence they call their “life’s”.

  The boys knew they could hardly lie or keep a secret from one another these days as they could almost sense what was going on with the other. Dean was seemingly lost in the up and down roar of the ocean waves; an astonishingly fusion of turquoise and so many other shades of blue he couldn’t help but go astray in it; it jogged his memory and all he could think of that resembled those waves was Cas, Cas, Cas….

  Sam on the other hand was somewhere in a deep green forest, the birds singing, the clouds traveling above creating designs that seemed so familiar to him. He snapped out of his day dream when a vast wave breached over the shore. He gave a deep breath and scrunched his eyebrows as he turned to Dean whom was still lost in the waves. “Hey…Dean…” Began Sam.

There was no respond from Dean and if you looked closely you could see the dance of the ocean in his green eyes. Sam cleared his throat as it had become hoarse from being silent for so long. “Dean? Hell-ooo?” he waved his hand. “Did you say somethin’?” Dean finally came to.
Sam scoffed and chuckled as he always does; “What were you thinking about?” Dean exasperated a deep sigh and replied “Everything….” Because Castiel was…his everything.