Hi! ok so this is going to have multiple chapters, and it is set after season 9! consider it AU-ish because I highly doubt this would even come close to canon but whatever.
This will have eventual Destiel (no smut) and I don't expect to make this story to long, (Doesn't mean it won't happen though).
I will be updating randomly (sorry, weird schedule) so please be patient with me.
And I hope you enjoy!
I don't own Supernatural or the characters sadly.
Metatron's words echoed in his ears
"And you did all of it for one man right? well guess what! HE'S DEAD TOO."
It made Cas' chest ache anew with a ferocious pain, a pain of guilt and remorse. A pain of Shame. Shame for failing Dean Winchester. Shame for not being able to save him now. He knew this pain would last for eternity.
Cas visited Sam a few times, ensuring that the hunter was stable enough to survive.
After a few months, Sam begged Cas to get him into a mental ward.
He couldn't live like this anymore.
Cas did as instructed, and watched, as the once proud little brother of the greatest hunter in the world, slowly drifted into the land of prescriptions and madness.
Cas knew what that felt like.
He was glad that such a familiar numbness was overtaking Sam now, easing his existence, letting him live a quiet life until expiring.
Sam died 6 years later, a fight had broken out in the lobby of the mental institution, and Sam had tried to break it up.
His throat was slit and he was dead within seconds.
Cas' grace was still destroying him when he'd checked Sam in for good, he was surprised that it had lasted as long as it did (granted he'd ensured this by sleeping straight through four years to save energy).
He made sure that Sam got to relive his memories with Dean as much as he wanted.
Now though, his grace was growing weaker by the day, and in turn, he too was growing weaker.
Sometimes he'd look up to see a reaper standing awkwardly off to the side, waiting patiently.
It made him shudder.
It was at about this time that he began to hear things in the back of his mind, a type of static; he assumed that it was merely another symptom of his withering grace.
It was strange though, (comforting), so familiar, it felt just like it used to when Dean would pray to him.
A few days later he could hear the occasional word amongst the static.
"Ca- … miss you ma-…. Hav- yo- in a wh-"
It was Dean.
It was a garbled mess but it was most definitely Dean.
This brought Cas to tears, and it occurred to him that perhaps he was replaying Dean's old prayers in his head while he died.
He cried harder.
He had searched throughout every corner of Heaven and Earth, scouring everyone's memories, everyone's homes, desperately searching for the deceased hunter.
He realized after having searched every corner imaginable that there really was no God, because if there was, he'd have given Dean Winchester the best possible slice of Heaven. The Heaven he deserved.
Cas listened to the static, trying to decode the messages, trying to place them with specific memories while he waited for the reaper to make her move.
She gave an awkward smile and wave.
Cas cringed.
A few days after this awkward wave occurred, a message was sent to him stating that one of the angel scouts had seen a large gathering of demons in a small county in Idaho. Cas decided to investigate preferring to die fighting, if necessary, rather than wait for the Reaper.
Hope you liked it! please R&R, it'll make me so happy if you do!
