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A Dean/Castiel fic.

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Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Supernatural.

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A/N: Well, I told my Harry Potter readers that I wasn't going to post anything new until Wednesday - after my finals - but that's because the computer that I'm on sucks for typing, and it would frustrate me to no end ... but I need to get some pre-exam jitters out of my system, so I'll write a short one.

That last episode has got me in such a frenzy ... I really hope that Misha stays in the show ... I've been reading conflicting info about him either being in the sixth season or not, and some people want him to stay while others think his storyline is finished ... I absolutely love Castiel, which is pretty major, seeing as I'm an atheist. I'm not saying I'd quit watching it if Misha left, but ... well ... I'll just throw it out there.

Anywhoo, let's get on with the story, shall we? This is basically Castiel's thoughts about not wanting to see Dean fail and why - my interpretation, of course. Kripke has his own master plan.

As always, please read and review, I live for feedback.

He couldn't bear it ... this nagging feeling inside of him. It tore away at him, made him lose sight of everything else when he least expected it. But then there were the moments when he saw things too clearly, and he couldn't understand how Dean could forget everything they had worked for, and just give up.

And Dean had given up. He'd given up on Bobby finding a solution, on Sam being able to resist Lucifer, on them all finding a way to end the apocalypse together. What hurt the most: Dean had given up on him. He'd turned his back on the angel and decided that the ones who supported the apocalypse and wanted the two sides to battle it out were more dependable than him.

Castiel had given everything for Dean, had sacrificed everything that he knew, everything that he believed in ... for Dean.

He had fought the feelings within him for so long, not only because he had never been in that sort of situation before, and therefore didn't know exactly what the correct course of action was, but also because he hadn't wanted to taint Dean with his wayward emotions.

He'd been able to purify the hunter to an extent when he'd raised him out of hell, but that act had bonded them together. From that fateful day on, Castiedl had no hope to do anything by follow Dean Winchester, no matter how much he'd tried to fight it in the beginning.

But it didn't matter now ... none of it did. He couldn't bring Dean back from the path he was on, no matter how much sense he tried knocking into him. All that was left was to sit back and watch it all unfold ... and he couldn't do that. He couldn't just watch Dean fail, not after everything.

There were many things he couldn't do anymore, but he could do this.

Castiel stepped into the warehouse with the sigil carved onto his chest, ready to die. Ready to accept his fate, so long at it meant he didn't have to watch his hunter fail. Maybe that made him selfish, maybe it made him weak ... but it was all he had left.

The end.

As I said, just a short little fic.

I hope you guys liked it ... I can see something along these lines running through Cas's mind when he walked into the warehouse.

Well, my exam is in 8 hours, so I should probably try and get some sleep ...

Reviews are appreciated, flame if you must, but constructive criticism is much more useful.

Until next time ...!