There are some moments while they are searching for a way out and Dean is scanning for a sign, a clue to make his way back to Sam. Castiel is usually silent, following. There are some moments when Dean and Castiel are resting and Dean will actually take a moment and LOOK at something. Sometimes the view is bleak and disparaging. Broken dead trees, or forests covered in blood red foliage. It’s easy to remember that he’s stuck in purgatory. Stuck somewhere that’s not Earth.

But there are some places that look like it’s a forest he and Sam had hiked before. Green and lush and seemingly full of life that wouldn’t gladly eviscerate you. Sometimes it’s so beautiful Dean just stops and stares. Castiel stands slightly behind and watches Dean, alternates between him and the trees.

Then it comes back in a quick breath, that this is somewhere dangerous. And the moment is broken.

(via novakstiels)

writingprompts:

170

Fandom: Doctor Who

Characters:

Kaeso Postumius Pullus

Numerius Opimius Scaevola (sort of based on Ten)

Servius Apustius Spurinus

Rory Williams

AN: Un-Betaed. First prompt, so please be kind. 

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The battle had ended for now. Kaeso, Numerius, and Servius had all lived thru the onslaught and were now resting, waiting for orders. Kaeso turned his head to Numerius,

“Where is the Centurion Rory?”

Servius, standing on the other side of Numerius rose to his feet, brushing dirt off of his hands and jerked his head up motioning to an embankment some meters away.

“Off thinking of his woman again, I suppose.” He said. Kaeso spared a glace at Servius and nodded, then focused back on Numerius who had remained unusually quiet.

“Numerius? What troubles you friend?”

Numerius was staring at the burning pile of dead foliage at their feet. “Nothing.”

Kaeso leveled a hard stare at his friend. Numerius shifted. “I faltered during battle. The Centurion saved me.”

Kaeso was silent, thoughtful almost. Rory had been a puzzle during the time he had joined their regiment. There was quietness about him, a sad loneliness that surrounded him. After one night full of many drinks, some of the men had gotten him to speak of a woman that was traveling with a friend in a far away place. That he missed her terribly. The men had laughed over such feelings for a single woman, but left him alone after that.

Numerius knew what it was like to love a woman as such, as his own lover was no longer of this plane of existence. Kaeso let out a breath.

“Come on, lads. We still have camp to set up. Let the Centurion to his thoughts.”