It had been six months since the Winchesters had finally sealed the gates of Hell, and with nothing left to hunt, Dean was struggling. Sam had gone to Stanford to study Law and Bobby was working on reopening The Singer Salvage. They had made a fresh start and moved on from their old life. Dean, however, hadn't. He still slept with his M1911 under his pillow, he hadn't emptied the trunk of his beloved impala of all the weaponry, and he still prayed to Cas every night. He ignored the persistent calls of both Bobby and his brother and refused to speak to anybody other than the bartender pouring his whiskey.
It wasn't the lack of monsters to hunt that was dragging Dean down the deep pit of depression, but the lack of the angel. To say Dean and Castiel had left things on rough water would be an understatement.
6 months ago
"I rebelled for you, Dean. I did everything for you." Castiel took a step closer to Dean. "You have ruined it. Do you understand that we may never close the gates now?" Dean could feel Castiel's warm breath caressing his chin. He gazed down into the deep pools of blue, and gulped. Castiel was always on hand to help the Winchesters, and religiously came when he was called, never asking for anything in return. And that's why Dean felt guilty. The first time Castiel asks for anything from the brothers, they dismiss him without a second thought. Only now Dean realised the huge impact ignoring the angel had. They had lost the tablets to Crowley after ignoring Castiel's advice and running into the situation unprepared.
"Dammit Cas! We'll find another way, we always do." Dean turned to walk away, raising a hand to wipe the beads of sweat that had formed on his forehead.
"My brothers were right. I had too much belief in you. I was stupid to think one, small human was capable of saving the world. I'm sorry Dean."
"Cas, don't you say that to me, not you"
Dean heard the all too familiar sound of the angels wings behind him and knew Castiel was gone. He saw red and threw the half empty whiskey glass next to him against the old motel wall. He didn't want to admit it, but he knew Castiel was right. Dean Winchester had blown the one single chance they had at sealing the gates, and there was nothing he could do about it.
A/N:This is my first Supernatural story.I hope you like it and I would love to hear from you all!