Title - Falling Into Nothing
Rating - PG-13
Characters - Dean, Cas [mention of past relationship]
Spoilers - 6x21
Disclaimer - If I did, this shit would have never happened.
A/N - So, turns out the season finale totally destroyed my soul is new and inventive ways. This is the broken, fragmented thought that spilled out in the aftermath. I hope it's at least semi-readable. First SPN fic.
In the end, Dean finally sees him. Sees him like he hasn't seen him since the plug was pulled on the apocalypse (caughtupinSam-Eve-Crowely-applepieGodI'mSorry), back when he loved Cas and the angel loved him and it was the only thing he could count on. Before it all went to absolute shit and Cas was in heaven, Sam in hell, and Dean was slowly dying on Earth. His blinders are pulled off as he stands before the being in Crowley's house of horrors. Echoes of despair, of surrender, total conviction . . . but only the echoes.
In the end, when Dean finally sees him, Castiel is no longer there. Wiped clean, spirited away. The angel-stick-of-death failed . . . you can't kill something twice.
So, in the end, when Dean and Sam finally separate those souls from that body - because they will, they have to, they can't not, they (he) owe it to Cas - there will be nothing left. Just blood and bone born from dust. Empty eyes, empty mind, empty heart. The meat-suit of a devout man who could never have imagined and so damned himself.
And in the end, Dean's failed yet again. No deal can fix this, no begging, no praying to some absent God that he never claimed as his own. Tonight Castiel - Cas - blinked out of existence. Here, in the end, there is only a would-be God from Purgatory and a once blind man who's regained his sight too little too late.