Title: blue-eyed innocence
Alternate Title: Angelheart
Author: ABCsoup
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairings: None
Warnings: Character Death
Wordcount: 638
Status: Complete
Summary: Cas has blue eyes. An AU ending to 6x22. Character death
Author's Notes: I started writing this same night as All the Reflections in the World and To Play Games With a Traitor, but my muse kinda stopped. This morning, though, I realized just how inspiring a three mile run. Ahh, gotta love cross country. I didn't embarrass myself too bad...
"I'm your new God. A better one. So you will bow down, profess your love unto Me, Your Lord. Or I shall destroy you."
There is a stunned silence. And Dean is suddenly reminded of the last time Cas used that tone of voice towards him.
"You should show me some respect. I dragged you out of hell. I can throw you back in."
Yes, Cas was good at getting people to do what he wanted. It was partly his voice and partly- and mostly- his eyes.
His eyes were probably good enough on their own. While his voice rang with power, his eyes dripped with a detached coldness. It felt like he could see your entire being with that stare. Those blue eyes.
But he wasn't going to get what he wanted this time. Dean wasn't sure yet whether he'd be bowing anytime soon. But if he did, there was definitely going to be some shady plans hidden behind that bow.
And before he can figure out his next move, suddenly there's a tremendous thundering noise- not unlike the one earlier, except that it's accompanied by a high-pitched whine. Dean is looking at Sam with a "What the fuck?" face, and Sam shrugs as if to say, "Guess we didn't bow down fast enough." Neither of them moves to take a step back because there is no point, is there? Until they realize Castiel has his own look of confusion upon his face. His eyes now are serious and critical, assessing the situation.
But before he can understand what is happening, the whine comes to a crescendo and the thunder booms so that there are splinters of glass flying everywhere.
Sam and Dean and Bobby have started running to the exit, but they fall to the ground. Next thing they know, they're outside, in the cool night air.
"Cas," Dean says immediately. Cas isn't there. He is probably still inside, and that's the second thing that registers in Dean's mind, after noting that Sam and Bobby appear to be okay.
"Dean," Sam warns. But Dean is up and running back before Sam can talk any sense into him. So Sam follows.
There's a bright light coming from inside, and that's when Dean hesitates, because everyone knows that running towards a bright light generally doesn't turn out well, whether it's UFOs or trains or the wrath of God on an angel juiced up on souls from Purgatory who felt like playing God. But then the light dies out, and Dean goes inside, Sam now at his side.
Cas is slumped to the ground, unmoving. Dean pauses at the sight and hesitates before moving closer.
He flips his friend's (ex-friend's?) body over. His eyes are closed.
"You home, Cas?" he asks. He wonders if perhaps it is just Jimmy, the vessel without the angel.
"Cas?"
"Cas?"
There's no movement.
"Cas?" Dean asks again, a hint manic laughter providing an edge to his voice. He's barely had time to process anything that's happened lately, and now this? Sam knows how he feels, and puts an arm on his brother's shoulder to lead him away. They both know what is happening. Cas is dying.
After all, the Fifth Commandment speaks to honor your father and mother.
Dean whispers his name once more and finally gets a response. A small twitch of the hand.
And when his blue eyes finally flutter open for the last time, they're not piercing or soul-searching. They're only broken.
Boom