Warnings! Suicide, Gayness, Self-Hatred, Spoliers (10.22), Violence (not to graphic but rated T just in case)
His brother lay dead on the ground, blood leaking between his eyeballs. I shot him. I know he was a psycho, but he was just a human. I unhinkingly tun the gun on him.
"No, no, no, no, no! Don't! Don't." he says.
"Why not? You're one of them." I say.
"No. No, I'm not, okay? I hate my family. See, look. No stitches. I'm not like them I promise." I believe him. But for some reason I say something different.
"Oh, you are, like them." I say. It's then I realize I'm not talking to him. I'm talking to me. My arm starts moving on their own accord, slowly moving the gun from facing him, to facing me. "There's bad in you. It's in your blood. Now you can deny it, you can run from it all you want, but that bad...will always win." By now the gun is fully facing me. "Learn from my mistakes." I pull the trigger.
Castiel's POV
I walk in the room to see Dean's body drop.
"Dean!" I rush to his side grasping at his face. "What happened?" I ask the boy trembling a few feet away.
"He, he was going to shoot me. B-but he started to turn the gun on himself as he was speaking." His voice cracks.
"Dean." I mutter. "Why? Why would you leave me?"
His eyes shoot open, pitch black. He looks at me and his face softens slightly. His eyes return to green and he pleads.
"Cas, kill me. Make sure I don't come back. Cut me into bits, put me in seperate boxs and cover them in cement. Lock me in chains forever. Drown me in holy water. Exorcise me till you can't speak. Please, Cas."
"Dean."
"DO IT CAS!" he yells.
I snap and shackles appear on his wrists. He relaxs in my arms.
"Thank you, Cas. I love you." He says in his very last moments of sanity.
"I love you, too. Don't leave me."
"He's gone Cassie." Deanmon says smirking. "And he's never coming back."