The Beginning of the End: Castiel's Story

by cas.in.the.impala

Castiel has lived a long, long life. Correction. HAD lived. In the afterlife, Castiel recalls the story of how he met the Winchesters, his time in heaven (and hell), how he saved and destroyed the world multiple times, and how he sacrificed himself for one man. Dean Winchester. *Destiel to come in the later chapters *Discontinued until further notice :( sorry

1. Burnt Wings

Burnt Wings

It was too late. I knew I wasn't going to get out. I knew that my last few minutes alive would be on that cold, wet floor of that horrible place. I couldn't move, heck, I could barely breathe. I was gasping for air and felt as if I couldn't catch my breath. An angel blade had pierced my side and broke off inside me earlier that day. It made its way to my heart. I could feel it scraping against my heart, slowly making its way inside. I lay there on the cold floor for what seemed like hours. In the distance I heard Dean's frantic, yet agonizing, voice calling out for me. His echoes, traveling through the dark, winding hallways of that horrible place. Eventually I saw him stumble around the corner, out of breath. Without seeing me, he sat down against the wall, buried his head in his hands, and started to sob. He then lifted his head and my blue eyes met his tear filled green ones. "Cas? CAS!" he yelled as he struggled to get up. Dean was practically ripped to shreds and was bleeding badly from his stomach. He slowly limped towards me while clutching his gut. Blood was pouring through his fingers. I could tell he was in agony. He had found me, but it was too late. Dean dropped to the floor next to me and cradled my head. He kept asking me if I was going to be okay. I already knew the answer. "I'm so sorry Cas. Don't leave me. Just please… don't die…" he'd say. I tried to tell him it was okay, but when I opened my mouth, no words came out. I remember taking my last breath. The angel blade had finally gone through my heart. I felt no more pain. I looked up at Dean with a soft, broken smile. "No. Not you too. Cas, don't you dare. Don't you leave me. Not now. Not after everything we've done." A single tear rolled down his cheek and landed on my face. I closed my eyes and with a blazing white light I died, only to leave behind my broken wings scarred onto the floor of that cold, damp hallway. Dean, in disbelief, reached out to touch the burnt wings, leaving his stomach to bleed out without the pressure of his hand. He collapsed onto them. We died in eachother's arms. And with the end, comes the beginning. This is my story.