After catching sight of Castiel's limp body, Dean rushed over to the angel's side before falling to his knees into the mud. "Cas." Dean says, as it comes out in barely a whisper. "No, please God no." Dean reached down to pick Castiel's head off the ground and into his arms.
The fight against Raphael was over. The fight for freedom, something Castiel fought so hard to keep, was finally over. "This isn't how I wanted it to end," Dean says, as he began to silently sobbing. "-this isn't how I wanted it to end at all. Cas, please wake up."
He looked at the angels eyes, hoping they would open to the bright blue curious eyes he remembers staring into. The eyes he sought comfort. However, they did not. Those eyes, his angel's eyes, stayed shut. The dwelling thought of not seeing those eyes again hit Dean, and it hit him hard. He put a hand over Castiel's chest, feeling the slow faint heartbeat. The painful guilt in his chest caused him to hunch over in pain. He took in a quick breathe before looking at Castiel's face again.
He pushed a strand of stray drak hair from the angel's forehead. "Why couldn't you have trusted me?" He then ran a thumb over the smooth cold cheek of his face. "You should have listened to me." Dean says still waiting for his eyes to open. He leaned over and hugged Castiel to his chest. "It wasn't worth it." Dean said, while a tear fell from his face, hitting the dirty trench coat, and sliding to the ground. "It just wasn't worth it."
