Horror filled Dean's eyes, witnessing from afar as a blade impaled Castiel's stomach. It seemed as if time had slowed down. "Cas, no!" Dean ran to the other angel that lunged the angel blade into Castiel. Before Dean could give them what they deserved, they took off. Dean turned to face Castiel leaning against a wall, grunting in agony. Tears began to roll down Dean's cheek at the sight. Memories of just two months ago flooded his mind when Crowley sent Sam back to hell, Sam not returning since.
Dean fell to his knees beside Cas, placing his hands on his shoulders. "You're gonna make it, buddy. You'll make it through this," Dean choked out in between sobs.
"D-Dean…" Castiel tried with every bit of remaining strength to push Dean away from him, knowing the damage it would cause if he doesn't.
"I'm not leaving you here!" Dean reached down, grasping Castiel's hand tightly. More tears began to form, knowing that this day would eventually come. "I already lost so many people, Cas… I can't lose you too."
"S-sing to me, p-please…" Dean nodded, too afraid to even speak. He knew there was nothing he could do but fulfill Castiel's last wish.
Dean leaned forward, pressing a kiss to his forehead. He positioned himself against the wall, pulling Castiel to lay on his lap, brushing his fingers through the angel's hair, slightly damp from sweat. "Hey, Jude, don't make it bad. Take a sad song and make it better," Dean began singing, trying to ignore the cracking of his voice. Dean's voice lowered as he noticed Castiel's eyes slowly closing. "Remember to let her into your heart. Then you can start to make it better." Dean leaned down and placed a small kiss onto Castiel's dry lips, tears rolling from his cheeks onto Castiel's. "I love you," Dean whispered.
A bright light flashed from Castiel's eyes and wound, as well as a burning pain on Dean's legs. Dean closed his eyes to avoid the blinding light. When he opened them, he didn't feel any movement from his lap. "Cas…?"
Two days later, as Dean was discarding his clothes for a shower, he noticed burn marks on his legs, instantly getting flashbacks of Castiel's death and realizing why he was trying to push him away. The burns on his legs represented angel wings, and Castiel knew that it would leave Dean with a permanent scar, constantly reminding him of his best friend's death. Reminding him that he will be alone until the end of time.
I am soooo sorry! But anyways, I'm back. I've been kinda busy. Hope you guys enjoyed this cause I'm going to hell for this! Yay! And if you're confused, this taked place in some weird abandoned building where Cas and Dean were fighting angels. Okayy... Byeee!