Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or its characters, I'm just a fan *sobs* :(
"Castiel? You okay?" asked Sam worried.
He nodded. "Yes, I'm fine."
No, he wasn't.
It was his fault if she was dead, he had taken them to her.
He had no choice, Anna was wrong.
But his heart was bleeding.
He looked at his knife, and thought about suicide.
No, he couldn't. They needed his help.
He sighed and hid the knife.
Anna was dead, and he was sorrowful.
He waited until the boys came out and burst into tears.
"Anna!" he called out.
He hoped to see the light flicker, as when Anna came to him.
But it didn't happen.
She was really gone.
Castiel cried desperately, alone in a hotel room.
Anna was dead, and she would never come back again.
"Goodbye, my love." Castiel murmured, staring at the ceiling.
His grief was too great, and he didn't notice the shooting star who gleamed across the sky behind him.
It was red.
"I'm so... so sorry... I had no choice... forgive me..." he sobbed.
Castiel was lying onto the bed, and slowly he fell asleep.
He dreamt his lost sister, his lost love.