Jack and Cas have hard eternities to endure separately. But when it gets especially lonely for either, sometimes they invite the other to dance.
Sometimes it’s a ballroom in some decade where ballrooms exist. More often, it’s an empty warehouse; a deserted parking lot, to a car radio.
Grief and loss, loneliness and bitterness are elusive things to pin with words. But they can waltz, spinning slow as music box figurines. Some undiscovered force of physics must be at work, drawing them close at the center, pulling in comfort and love and quiet understanding. For a moment, at least, pain stands at the fringes – a dancer with an empty card.
