Castiel.
Cold hand around the neck of an even colder bottle of liquor, the fallen angel gulped as much liquid as he could before his human body demanded air. A quick gasp to fill the lungs and then back to swallowing the pain. It hurt so badly.
God.
Light, Grace, Charity. A soft whimper was muffled by a throat full of burning liquid. Eyes were shedding tears in single file - orderly. Love, Hope, Creator. A trembling hand threw the now empty bottle against the far wall even as it was swinging towards the next bottle. Grab, flick off cap, drink.
Father.
Caress of peace - lies of the heartless. There had never been a loving being in heaven, it had all been lies and propaganda. Horrible lies that tore at the soul and shattered the future into nothingness. The blue eyed angel continued to drink, he deserved at least some comfort. It hurt so badly.
Son.
Nails slid across the linoleum floor of the store. The lights were low, it had closed down hours before and he had disabled the alarms with a glance. Now it was just him and the memories. Centuries of memories that were seen in a new light. A new darkness. A sudden understanding of reality. He put the bottle mouth to his own and took in a mouthful of the strong alcohol.
Betrayal.
Never again would he trust. Never again would he believe. Never...Castiel let the bottle fall from his grasp as a whisper entered his mind. Dean Winchester was giving himself up to the angels! A stumble, a flutter of air and then the store was empty again with only smashed and empty bottles to give away a former presence.
THE END