„Just leave me alone," whispered the blue-eyed angel.
Dean let his hand slide down form the man's shoulder.
what did he do wrong this time ?
why does he always has to disappoint people ?
„But I need you," it wasn't more than a silent movement of his lips. The angel look for a split second over his shoulder, he sighted. „I can't," he looked up at the sky, tilted his head downwards and started walking.
„Cas..," the other man stood helpless there, watching his friend leave.
With a quite noise the angel disappeared. Letting the other man alone, standing in the cold midwinter air.
Dean felt sick.
- Not Cas, not him!
He moved slowly towards the wall, just a few steps aside of him. Allowing it to support him. He was not able to go on like this.
His legs started tumbling and he sunk down, with his back against the wall.
Dean was not the person to start crying. Even when his father was missing, he stayed strong, joking his way out of it. That was the way he was raised. Every time he felt any kind of emotions towards other people he told himself to man up. It was so hard for the hunter to develop feelings towards others.
But this was different. He knew the angel for quite a bit now. But did he really 'know' Cas? Did he really understood the angel? Cas was always a mystery to him, he had to admit that. Dean asked himself if he would ever know Cas as good as Sam or Charlie. Hell, he even knew more about Kevin than about Cas.
His breast was moving faster up and down than it usually did. The air around his mouth and nose was forming small clouds of fog. He threw his arms around himself, trying to keep the little body heat he had left. But it was so cold.
He just couldn't get up. It felt like someone was tying up his neck. He tried so hard not to let the tears start streaming down his face. But it was such a big task to ask from him.
After a while he gave in. Crying himself to sleep in a back street.
This was a whole new level of pathetic for the green-eyed hunter.