Dean:
I was on a job. We were in Lincoln, Nebraska. I mean of all places Nebraska. We were hunting down a couple of werewolves. We had been over to the morgue and seen the bodies; we knew this was a werewolf attack, probably from a fresh turned pup. Sam and I split armed with a silver arsenal, Sam went around the back while I barged through the front. There were two of them, a man and a woman each turned with the night with their teeth bared and claws sharpened with a deadly point. I surveyed the room and pointed my gun towards the male wolf-man; he reared him ugly head and pounced at me. He knocked me to the ground and I lost my gun in the fight. It skid across the room out of my reach and I faced the wolf. I wrestled with the son of a bitch and pulled my knife from its sheath with a metal on leather hiss. I pinned his ass down and slit his throat. I didn't like to kill werewolves because every other day and night of the month they are just like you and me with families and friends, living there lives. Most don't even know that they are the beast, that they hurt people. I pushed him onto his stomach as I hefted myself off of him. I stood up out of my crouch and looked for Sam he was gone along with the female werewolf. "Dean" I heard him call out and I ran to the front yard where his voice had come from. Sam was pinned to the ground the bitch was on top of him teeth bared and ready to rip out his throat. I let two loose into her chest "thanks." Sam said as he pushed her body off of his and stood up. "yup." I said and we turned to go when I heard a crash from inside the house. I ran into the living room of the house and looked around. Another crash sounded from the kitchen and I made my way in there with my gun raised, just in case, I mean it's not like it's just a cat or something. Legs poked out from the side of the wall and was twitching from jerks that seemed came from the whole body. I turned the corner and saw for the first time who was lying on that floor. His trench span around him like the wings that no one could see, his hair matted with blood. I ran to his side, throwing away my gun and fell to my knees pulling his head into my lap. "Cas!" I yelled and my heart skipped a beat or two as I saw his eyes open unseeing. He can't be dead! No not Cas I won't let him be dead. Panic closed off my throat and all I could see was those eyes, glassed over and open seeing everything and nothing. Sam stood a few feet behind me his arms crossed scanning the room with his prying eyes. "Dean" he said. I shook Cas in my arms. Wake up damn it, wake up. You can't leave me! "DEAN!" he yelled and I finally looked back at him. I held back tears but they built up behind my eyes waiting for me to lose it so they could spill over my cheeks. "Look at the roof," he continued in a softer voice. I glanced to the roof as he said this a hole gaping and smoldering was left above where Cas lay. "I can't let him be dead… Sam he can't be dead." I whispered. "Dean, look," he said in a soft patient voice. "His wings aren't scorched in the ground, dean he isn't dead yet we can still help him." I let out a breath I didn't know I had held and I took in a couple of raged breaths trying to focus on what Sam had just said. "Okay," I said when I trusted my voice enough to speak "let's get him some help" I pulled Castiel into my arms and carried him to the impala hoping we could still save him. "Dean" Cas whispered and his eyes fluttered and found mine. "Dean… my … my grace" "Cas" I whispered. And Cas fell back in my arms unconscious.