Author: The Wayward Angel
Story: Cold
Word Count: 488
Chapter: 1/1
Pairings: None
Spoilers: None
Trigger Warnings: human!Cas, character death
Summary: Cold, it's cold. He's never felt cold before but this is it. So cold inside. It hurts. So much pain, so much blood.
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine.
Unbeta'd. All mistakes are mine. Please feel free to point out any grammatical or spelling errors.
Cold
Cold, it's cold. He's never felt cold before but this is it. So cold inside. It hurts. So much pain, so much blood. It's pouring, staining the forest floor. It paints the grass, the fallen leaves, the tree trunk he's curled up against. It hurts, it hurts. The blood's soaked through the jacket he's pressed to the side. His leg, the bone is protruding through the flesh and sickeningly white. Blood gushes from that too.
He can't move, can barely think.
'Please no. Please. Dean help me. I don't want to die.'
He can't speak. Can't scream. Can't call for help.
He doesn't want to die, not alone.
The wind screams through the trees, frigid and unforgiving. It beats his limp body against the tree. Blood trickles through grass and dirt. Bugs step through it, around it, ignoring the human.
He'd been stupid to go alone, to not let anyone know where he was going. He'd made a careless mistake. He'd charged in and this thing, whatever it was, gashed open his side. Snapped his leg in half like a branch. Thrown him into a tree. Walked away, not even interested.
So much pain. So cold.
'I don't want to die, I don't want to die.'
He knows he will, he's lost too much blood not to.
The red rivulets look like ruby satin against the paper white of his skin.
His fingers clench his side weakly. His blue eyes close. Unseeing. Don't want to see anymore.
So much pain. Hurts. Cold. Dark. Everything's loud. Everything's quiet. Getting soft. Fuzzy.
Tree branches clack.
Animals crunch through the brush, close and yet so far.
Everything is going far.
The blood is warm. His hands are ice.
He breathes once, twice, no more.
A hunter finds him the next day, not a Winchester kind of hunter, a regular kind of hunter. He calls the police. They take his body to the morgue. Cause of death: mauled to death by animal.
Dean picks up the phone of the forth ring, he's been at Bobby's all night. Worried. No one knows where Cas is. The police officer on the other end tells him to come down, that they have an animal attack victim's body and the only thing they found on him was a picture with Dean's number on it.
Dean goes down and identifies the body. He's given Cas' personal effects. The police give their condolences. Castiel is dead. He was attacked. He bled to death. Dean didn't protect him. Dean didn't save him.
Dean feels cold.