Something wasn't right.
As clueless as Castiel was to human emotions, even he could hear the change in Dean's voice. The hunter was staring at the sky, his face a composed mask, but Castiel wasn't sure what he was hiding. The angel stood beside him, invisible to his pained friend. To him, Castiel was dead, and after all the pain he'd caused, perhaps it was better off that way.
"I know this is stupid," Dean muttered. "You're gone. I don't know what happens to angels when they die, but they probably don't go back to heaven."
Dean was slowly losing his composure, and Castiel wanted nothing more than to show himself and run his fingers through the hunter's short hair, to feel him and let him know he was there. But to do so would be an intense violation.
"So...even though you can't hear me, and it wouldn't even matter if you could, I have to get this off my chest. Cas, what you did...I don't know why you did. I guess you got a little power-hungry, like Sam with the demon blood. Before, I told myself I would never forgive you, but now..." he trailed off, tears shining in his green eyes. "Now I just want you back. I need you back."
At this confession, his voice broke and he stifled a sob into his hand. "You son of a bitch," he chuckled ruefully. "Are you happy now?" he asked, louder than Cas was expecting. "You just get to go off into oblivion and leave me with this crap?"
Unconsiously, the angel shook his head in response.
"I just..." his eyes glazed over, as if he was deep in thought, but he shook himself back to reality. "I feel...empty without you Cas. It's like this huge part of me has been missing ever since you left and I can't sleep, I can't eat, I can't think straight anymore. It's like," he paused, considering his words.
"It's like I'm dead.
