Dean Winchester is Saved.
Those words once rang as clear as a bell. And the pure elation and innocence and pride that rang with them, made every one of the young angel's siblings stop. The angels gave a small smile.
Even Michael had stopped planning his premature apocalypse to give a small smile, before realizing that there was no reason to praise his young brother for following orders.
Dean Winchester is Saved.
The entire Earth felt the immense happiness. For one minute, for no reason, other than the fact that it felt right, the Earth was at peace. All countries. Not a single fight broke out. Not any country waged war against another. All was peaceful.
And then the persuasion of Castiel's grace died down. Generals of armies continued discussing battle strategies with their subordinates. Kids at school were bullied and fought. Things were no longer peaceful.
Dean Winchester is dead.
Dean Winchester is dead.
DEAN WINCHESTER IS DEAD.
The agonizingly heartbreaking voice of their young brother broke through the silence. And it hurt. So much. Just hearing his voice.
Dean Winchester is dead.
All angels, everywhere heard him. His screaming. His terror, and pain, and sorrow. His voice so ragged. The man he gave up everything for. Was, is dead.
And everywhere the angels bowed their heads. Because even if they didn't like the Winchester boy, their young brother did. And at this moment his pain was overbearing. At this moment they could feel no way to try and console or comfort him. They let him grieve.
Michael and Lucifer, trapped in the cage, they heard the young angel's screaming. And Michael regret never giving him a small amount of praise for rescuing the righteous man. Lucifer couldn't believe an angel could ever feel this much misery for one simple human. He doubted he ever would. But he felt it only right to bow his head for a moment of silence, Michael followed his actions.
Dean Winchester is dead.
The Earth was silent. Castiel's small amount of grace flooded everything, all humans stopped to grieve and felt sorrow with him. The heavy weight on their chest telling them to feel heartache. To feel grief, and loss, and desolation.
After one minute was over the angels lifted their heads, and the humans carried on with their lives. The humans, forgetting their brief moment of pain and silence.
Dean Winchester is dead.
Castiel allowed himself to say it.
Broken. He was utterly and completely broken.
Dean Winchester is dead.
I cried so hard writing this. I just felt like... I don't know. That what I was feeling about the season finale needed to be expressed in words.
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