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He hadn't meant to do it.
He really, really hadn't meant to do it.
One minute, the werewolf was bolting towards Dean, razor sharp claws flashing in the moonlight, thick saliva dribbling off the beast's bared canines, and the next, his grace was bursting free from his vessel, waves of angelic power trained towards the creature endangering the little angels mate.
He hadn't even had time to warn Dean to close his eyes, or to look away before his grace had come hurtling out of him like a speeding bullet and fried the werewolf mid pounce. Dean's agonised cries had reached his ears before he'd even had time to completely reel in the escaped grace, and disregarding his angelic ability of flight, he'd ran the thirty feet that separated Dean and himself. When he reached his fallen lover, he gasped in shock and fell to his knees, where beautiful hazel iris' had once lain, empty bloody sockets sat, streaks of crimson slid down the defined cheekbones of the oldest Winchester. Looking into the blank expanse of his humans empty eyes, crystalline tears fell from his sky blue eyes, splashing against the porcelain skin of Dean's face.
"Cas? What happened, why can't I see? Cas, I'm scared. CAS?" Dean cried, sensing his angels presence.
"I'm so sorry Dean, I'm so, so sorry. I didn't mean. It was an accident." He sobbed in reply as he pulled his lover onto his lap and clutched Dean's head to his shirt clad chest.
"Cas, it hurts." Dean whimpered, nuzzling into the angel. Cas placed two fingers onto Dean's sweaty forehead and pushed a fractional amount of grace into the pain receptors of his brain, numbing the crippling pain the hunter felt.
"I'm so sorry Dean, it's all my fault, my grace… I didn't have time to warn you, I'm sorry Dean. I've blinded you" He whispered, eyes screwed shut in mind numbing grief. He felt the hunter stiffen in his arms and struggle away from him. Watched in pain as the man pushed himself up right, and shuffled back from him, face a mixture of horror and fright.
"GET AWAY FROM ME. YOU FUCKING MONSTER." Dean roared, his emotional pain over-riding sense. The angel flinched at the hunters harsh tone and crawled towards him, eyes wide. When he reached the hunter, he placed his index and middle fingers to the man's forehead and sent the hunter into sleep. Scooping his lover into his arms, he mojo'd them to the nearest hospital, and left an unconscious Dean outside the doors for someone to find him.
"Goodbye Dean. I'm sorry." Cas muttered, voice heavy with pain as he stretched his wings out to full capacity and flew away into the inky night.
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