Disclaimer: Don't own Supernatural.
A/N: This is my first Supernatural fic, so please, be gentle. I'm sorry if they are OOC.
Tears For An Angel
Dean and Sam walked back to whatever motel they were staying at this time, joking around and teasing each other as usual. Dean shoved Sammy and Sam was definitely not happy about it.
"Jerk."
"Oh really? Bitch."
They looked at each other quickly and began laughing. They may fight and have their issues, but they were family, amd in the end, that's all you really have. Dean turned the key to the door of their motel room, completely unprepared for what he would find inside.
The two boys walked in and then reeled back, shocked. Castiel, Angel of Thursday, servant cast out heaven, lying on the floor in a pool of his own blood, a gun lying near his hand.
Dean sprinted over to the fallen angel, seeing how pale the man was. There was clearly no chance for him, but he would have to try.
"Sam, 911 now!" he commanded, lifting Castiel's upper half onto his lap.
The poor man was fighting to remain conscious, if only to tell Dean one more thing.
"Cas! Why ? What? Cas, what happened?" Dean said, his voice beginning to wobble.
Dean Winchester, the man of steel, was tearing up. His best friend, no, his angel, had shot himself.
"Even... though I walk... through the valley... of the shadow...of... of death, I will fear no evil." Castiel rasped, his voice barely above a whisper.
Trust Cas to quote the Bible at a time like this!
"Dean." the angel said, his voice weakening, "I am... sorry."
And with that, all life left his body, his form going limp. And Dean cried. Dean Winchester broke down and cried over his angel.
Sam walked back in on this tragic scene and saw only one thing. The angel was back with God now.