"Cas! What the hell are you doing?"
"I can't stop it Dean! Look away, LOOK AWAY!"
"You can't make me, Cas. I'm not going to let you go that easy."
Cas arched backwards in pain and his hands clenched Dean's. Dean felt Cas' hands grow and dig deep into his flesh. Cas' trenchcoat ripped violently, along with his vessel. Angel limbs protruded in vicious angles against Cas' will.
Dean's eyes filled with tears as he gazed at Cas' mangled body.
"I'm so sorry, Dean."
"Just come back to me, you bastard." Dean whispered.