Letting go
Castiel's voice is utterly calm as he looks upwards at him. "Goodbye, Dean." "Cas! NO!" But it is too late. Cas has already let go of Deans' wrist, his sleeve slipping out of Dean's grasp, who has to watch in horror as the former angel falls, plummeting into certain death. Dean breaths hard through clenched teeth, both from shock and the strain of holding on to the cliffs' edge with just one hand. Tears are streaming down his cheeks dripping after Cas, and he doesn't even try to pretend that it is because the harsh wind is stinging his eyes.
