A/N- A deviation from canon from the episode 8x17. (Did that sentence make sense? You get the gist, right?) You all know the crypt scene, I'm assuming.
This ficlet is unrelated to (and, surprisingly, uninspired by) my series of drabbles also about 8x17. (Wow, I clearly have not gotten over that episode. But then again, who has?)
Disclaimer- I own not Supernatural, but only my fangirl spirit.
Castiel can hear the crack of Dean's bones and his cry of pain, his broken pleas and desperate taunts. He can feel Dean's blood on his knuckles, and he can see Dean's face, a mess of cuts and bruises.
Castiel can feel everything.
He can feel his arm draw back and send Dean to the floor, and he can see him get back up. And for a moment, Castiel sees Dean, as he saw him on a field in Kansas, bloody and broken by Lucifer's hand. And Castiel realizes he is no better than the devil.
"Cas", Dean chokes out. "Cas. I know you're in there. I know you can hear me. Cas... It's me."
"It's me." The words click something in Castiel, and he can move again, but he doesn't know how long it will last, and he needs to hurry.
"Dean," he says urgently, because Dean needs to know that this was never his intention, "I'm sorry."
Castiel knows what he has to do, so he wastes no time plunging his blade into his own heart. (It's alright, he thinks. Because Dean will be safe. From him.)
Castiel always knew he'd die protecting Dean Winchester.
A/N- I know it needs a bit of cleaning up, but... Review anyway? Please?