Title: Marker in the Sand
Summary: The end of heaven told in Cas and Dean's point of view. No incest just friendship. Poem is not mine. Spoiler S8 xE23
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Part 1
Betrayal.
He had felt it many times before.
His father had left him when he was young wanting his children to grow up with minds of their own. His brothers turned their backs on him when he asked for their help when a civil war broke out. Even his best friend stepped away when he needed his help, calling him a child. And now Metatron had done the same. "We're alike, you and I," Metatron said when they first met on the street. "Let's work together."
Castiel ran to the edge of the forest and raised his head to the sky. Balls of fire were falling out of the night but he knew they weren't balls and he knew they weren't fire. He felt a tightness in his chest and a wobble in his knees. His grace had suddenly been taken away from him and it had left him weak. He felt something slip down his cheeks and wiped it away fearing the worst. But it wasn't red. It was the same liquid he had seen appear from his friend's faces many times before. He was crying. A pain tore through his chest and he doubled over under its spell. His knees hit the ground as he let out a hoarse scream. His brothers were falling and it was his fault. It seemed it was always his fault lately. Ever since he helped Dean out of hell, his angelic life had changed for the worst. He dropped his hands in front of him and tore through the grass. Thistles stung his fingers and dirt clumped under his nails as he cut his fingers through the earth.
The earth he had spent his life trying to protect had now become his hell.
A fireball landed fifty meters away from him but he didn't flinch. The speed at which his brother fell meant there was no hope for survival. Cas straightened his back and wiped the bottom of his nose with his arm. The time to wallow in self pity was over. Somehow, he had to find a way to help his fallen brothers, he had to figure out where he was but first he had to find Dean.
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