A trigger pulled.
A gunshot heard.
A bullet to the heart.
A familiar pain.
Dean hears Cas shout his name a second before he hits the ground.
He briefly wonders where his brother is before remembering the fight.
Such a stupid fight.
Dean is looking at the stars before green searches for blue. Ah, that pain again.
"Hey,"
"Hello Dean"
Dean smiles at the greeting.
Cas' eyes are no longer worried or panicked, just sad.
"This pain is familiar."
"Why?" the angel asks.
"I felt it the first time I saw you." the hunter replies.
Green fades with death.
Blue glows with love.
