A/N- This is my first actual Supernatural fanfic, and I was a bit nervous about starting it, because I mainly write fanfics for books (specifically Harry Potter), where it's easier to write. With shows, you don't know how they think, because you can't read their thoughts like you can in books. So this was a new experience. To doing new things! ^o^ Anyways, this is just a series of short drabbles inspired by episode 8x17 of Supernatural, specifically the beginning, where Cas kills Dean/Clone!Dean and hundreds more dead Deans are revealed. So each drabble focuses on Cas killing a Clone!Dean. Note- The italicized words inside parenthesis are Castiel's thoughts.
Disclaimer- I own nothing. Credit goes to Kripke and everyone else who created such beautiful, kickass characters.
The first Dean is the hardest. The first Dean begs.
"No, Cas, please-" And all Castiel can hear is "Help me- now. Please." And then Dean (no, not Dean, it can't be Dean) reaches up to grab his hand and Castiel smashes Dean's hand in his fist and it crunches and Dean cries out, and he's in pain, he's in so much pain, and Castiel wants to just heal him with a touch like he used to, and he can't remember why he can't, and Dean opens his mouth and pleads, "Cas, don't do this, we're brothers, we're family, Cas, please," and Castiel breaks his jaw with a quick, clean blow before he can say another word.
The snap wrenches something deep within Castiel, something inside him turns (I'm killing Dean Winchester, I'm hurting Dean Winchester) and a tear rolls out of his eye as he plunges his sword into Dean's body.
(I'm sorry, Dean, I'm so sorry) Dean's body is limp and unmoving and his eyes are still open, brilliantly green against his bloody, broken face. (Dean Winchester is dead, dead) Castiel stares. (And it's all my fault)
A/N- I hope this was an acceptable contribution to the awesomeness that is the Supernatural fandom. More's on the way, I don't know how long this will get. In the meanwhile, review?