Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or its characters - these were created by Eric Kripke - I'm just borrowing them. I'm not making any commercial gain. No harm or infringement intended.
A series of short excerpts from Castiel's remaining life with the Winchesters, after hunting. Almost certainly AU. Set after Season 7. Close, but no Destiel. Warnings: Scenes of bereavement and indirect references to character death.
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Excerpts from a Life
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"Serve God, love me and mend. This is not the end,
Live unbruised, we are friends.
And I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
- 'Sigh No More', Mumford and Sons.
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More of the Same
Dean lay in the rubble, too exhausted to do anything other than stare up at the sky. He was free at last; it had been a long-shot, but his plan had worked and the Leviathans were finally gone. He knew he should have felt joy, but instead he just felt numb. He was too tired and worn down from losing everything and everyone he'd cared about.
A figure stepped into view, the sunlight forming a corona of scintillating light around him.
"Are you alright?" came the gravel-toned voice.
Dean smiled up at Cas, Nearly everyone, he mentally corrected.
"I am now," he replied accepting the helping hand as the angel gripped him tight and pulled him from the mud.
"Thanks, for holding them back, man. I couldn't have done this without you," Dean said with sincerity, for him it was quite the olive branch.
"It was the least I could do," Cas answered stiffly, shame coloring his cheeks as he avoided eye-contact.
With a soft fluttering of wings he was gone.
Dean gave a gentle sigh and trudged back to his beat-up jeep.
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