Castiel flew down to earth. He couldn't stand being in heaven anymore. All of the angles looking at him for guidance once. Being called a leader once again. Seeing Metarons smug face, knowing what he had done.
Castel stared up at the sky. Feeling all of the pain, sadness, anger, and hopeless at once. He didn't know what to do except cry. So that is what he did. Castiel fell to his knees, hugged his trench coat around him and cried. He cried for all of the angels who had died, the vessels who had died with them, he loss of heaven, of Gadreel, the loss of Dean. The Righteous man who had even everything and had gotten nothing but pain in return.
All these thoughts and emotions sweltered around Castiels mind as he let his sobs continue. He wished that this was all a horrible nightmare, or that God would kill him right now. Anything to get rid of this pain. He wished. Castiel was jerked out of his wishing when a familiar hand touched his shoulder. The left one.
Standing up quickly Castiel looked and said in a hushed voice, "Dean?"
Dean smiled and chucked, "Yeah it's me Cas. Smile you should be happy and look what I found, Dean said holding out a tie. A blue tie. Castiels blue tie. "Want me to put it on?" Castiel could only nod as his heart was filling with joy and hope. Maybe God did love him. He brought Dean back.
"Dean, how are you alive? Did God bring you back? Did Sam sell his soul? Did Crowley bring you back? Metatron killed you. How are you alive?", Castiel said in rapid session.
Dean had finished tying Castiel's tie around his neck and put a finger to Castiel's lips to stop his questions. Dean smiled but it wasn't the smile that Castiel knew. This smile was cold, harsh, and evil.
Dean leaned in Castiel's ear and whispered, "Cas, Baby, Don't you know that you can't kill a Knight of Hell?" Castiel could only look in horror as Deans eyes turned a deep black colour. Castiel had only managed to process this when a pain erupted from his stomach. It felt like his grace was getting ripped to pieces. He looked down and gasped in horror. The first blade was imbedded deeply in his stomach, and Dean had put it there.
"Why?" was all Castiel managed before collapsing into Deans arms. Why had Dean done this? Did he really hate him that much? Dean held Castiel and said "Because I can't image a world were we are on opposite sides. This way we can both go to hell."
Castiel smiled. Dean didn't hate him. He just wanted tem to be together. Like they once again the best of friends. Castiel raised one hand, touched Deans cheek, and smiled, "Dean I lo"- was all Castiel got to say before his grace ran out and he died in a beautiful white light. His wings forever marked on to Dean's chest. Castiel, the Angel of the Lord, had died, in Dean's arms with a smile on his face.
When the white light had died, it was the pain from the wings on his chest that brought Dean back. As his eyes turned from black to green, he looked down in horror at what he had done. Dean hugged Castiel's body and sobbed. He prayed to anybody to bring him back. He would anything just to have him back. But it was pointless. Nobody listened, and why would they. Castiel was a fallen angel from heaven and he was a knight of hell. They were both beyond redemption.
Dean dried his tears, looked down at Castiel and said with determination " This time I'm going to be the one who grips you tight and raises you perdition. You can bet on that."
The End.