Destiel
The wind picked up in that instant. Sand thrashed about the open area. As all of this natural existents went down a man watched close by. His short, brown hair whirled upward, trench coat fluttered behind him. His gaze kept on the waves that crashed about the shore. Finally, sunlight came through the clouds, hitting the man, giving him an angelic glow. His stare went upward into the light. His crystal, blue eyes glistened in the light but soon that faded away. The dark clouds formed in front of the sun once more, giving the day its original gloomy look.