Shooting Star Motel: A Fictional Narrative

“No, I’ve got it. My car is out front too so I can drive him the motel you’re all staying at.” Maison looked up at Dean, even though they weren’t sure it was true. At that moment, everyone being together was far too much for Maison to deal with. One person at a time and normally that would be Rachel, but right now Castiel needed her more than Rachel did. “It’s the Shooting Star motel, about twenty miles back on the outskirts of town. We’ve got the rooms at the far end. Here, take our room and we’ll get another one.” Rachel spoke between little gasps of air as she attempted to pull herself together from the crying spell. After all, someone had to think of these things. She got to her feet and started to go through her pockets, looking for the room key. “Here,” Dean fished it out of his pockets and tossed them …show more content…
He deserved some sort of explanation, they did love him, but the words weren’t coming. They had been thinking about this moment almost every night for a year, when they weren’t black out drunk, imagining meeting Castiel again. It had made their heart ache, but it had also kept them going some nights. “When I came back to myself after the Leviathan…everything was confusing. I tried to explain before I left, but I really didn’t understand myself…” Maison started and stopped, trying to get the words out. “Now I do a bit. I saw a side of myself, found a part of myself, that scared me. Nothing that anyone could say or do would make me feel better about that darkness. Over the past year I’ve come to understand it a bit better. It still scares the hell out of me, but I can harness now and use it to make myself better.” “Have you been alone this whole time?” Castiel asks and Maison thinks they see a flicker of something other than pain, jealousy perhaps, or