Nothing really ever ends…does it?
Wrong everything ends except for Castiel.
He sat next to Sam in a waiting room. He wasn't sure if Sam even knew Castiel was next to him. Age did this, as the years led on The Winchester Brothers forgot more and more about themselves and each other. This was 50 years later. Where Dean Winchester had just had a heart attack and Sam just turned 76.
Castiel had taken one look at Dean, and knew that his time was up. It hurt, it hurt a lot. It sadly would not be the last time he'd out live a Winchester.
"Come on Sam, let's go."
Sam glared, "we haven't heard anything about Dean." Castiel sighed and held back the human emotions trying to make an appearance, "Dean's dead, Sam."
"No he's not. He's not gonna die!"
"Sam! It's over lets go."
Castiel guided Sam out through the doors if the hospital.
And 11 years later, he carried him back through them.
This time, Castiel waited. He had nothing better to do. There was nothing he was waiting for; he had all the time in the world. The doctor asked if he like to say his goodbyes. Castiel shook his head and left. He cried for the first time in his life.
Many, many years later, found Castiel bleeding out on the heavenly battlefield of Lawrence, Kansas. He ran his hand threw the plush green grass, he didn't feel pain.
The end comes when we decide, and Castiel decided.
A/N- I had this sickening depressing idea in my head so yeah that's what that was.
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