Soon night came and they all went to sleep. The house grew quiet around them, the only sounds being the soft creaking of the old floorboards and the distant hum of the refrigerator cycling on and off. Outside, the street was silent, the kind of silence that only came in the deepest hours of the night. The moon hung low in the sky, casting pale, silver light through the windows, painting shadows on the walls.
Kastiel didn't call Holland, just like Holland had requested. He did feel a little sad about that, but then again, he had asked for this. He had been the one to text Kastiel in anger and tell him to give him space. The words had felt right in the moment. But now, in the quiet of the night, they felt hollow. His phone lay on the nightstand, screen dark, with no notifications waiting. He kept glancing at it, hoping, but nothing came. The silence from his phone was louder than any ringtone.
