Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or its characters. I still am a sorrowful fan :(
a/n: thanks to MissMe113 for correcting this work :)
Castiel gathered her ashes into the palms of his hands, looked at them and vanished in a burst of light.
He went to the seaside and stood watching the sunset for several minutes, sighed deeply and blew on his hands.
The ashes flew away, carried by the wind.
"May God have mercy on your soul," he whispered.
Castiel thought that with those ashes, seven thousand years of his life were flying away.
His whole existence was going away.
He never had felt such kind of pain, like a wound in the heart that was bleeding copiously.
The wind blew stronger, lashing his trench coat.
"I can't believe you're dead...it's a nightmare..."
But she was really dead. She would never come back; she was flying in the wind.
Michael had been the one who had killed her, but Castiel knew it was partly his fault.
"What have you done, Anael? Why? You were wrong, you weren't... there was something wrong with you. I know it, but... I'm so sorry... I feel like dying," he paused and looked at the cloud of ashes. "Goodbye... you have been the only one..."
The angel wept bitterly and disappeared in a flash of light.