Summary: I wish there was a way to give you a happy ending.
A/N: So… this happened? I haven't even caught up on Supernatural but I can't see it ending in any good way for Sam or Dean. Really, the whole premise of the show breaks my heart; I don't know why I keep watching it.
This is from Castiel's POV, addressing the Winchester brothers.
Ruins
But if you refuse the call to a righteous war,
And shrink from what duty and honor dictate,
You will bring down ruin on your head.
-Bhagavad Gita 2.33
I wish there was a way to give you a happy ending. Heaven or something like it. Those days when everything was sunlight and hope and the promise of something better, something beautiful.
There are beautiful moments even now. The hint of sunlight on a lone flower that lives in defiance of the destruction around it. The glitter of broken glass. The quiet moments when we are driving in the Impala, only the motor singing. The world is dying and taking everyone with it; humans and demons and angels are falling into death's sweeping arms, his cloak of oblivion covering them all. I can only shield you from his scythe for so long. You are so fragile, both of you, with your strong muscles and determined eyes and the bright blood that whispers through your veins and arteries. You can be cut so easily, spilled onto the dirt, fragments of yourselves scattered over the earth.
You are so fragmented already. You think miracles don't exist but I see miracles in you every day. You fight and scream and hold on so tight with shattered hands. You deserve better than what has been allotted to you. You deserve to have grown up with a living mother, a caring father who never abandoned you, wives who you could love and cherish. You deserve these things and more, but I know you will never receive them.
Because I know how it ends. We all know, though we feign ignorance and battle onward. There is only one way this can end: in blood. One brother slaying another, Cain and Abel replaying over and over again, a terrible cycle. Blood for blood, eye for an eye, and we're all blind men sawing at each other while thinking we're cutting the enemy. Millions dying but it all comes down to two brothers on a lone field, who love each other too much to initiate the essential sacrifice. The necessary sacrifice.
I wish I could give you a happy ending. I would give you my wings to carry you away to safety, if I could. But I cannot. You are doomed, and the world with you. Your fate was written long ago, the words etched into the fabric of the firmament itself. I am sorry. I cannot apologize enough. I am so very, very sorry.
I cannot help you. All I can do is stand beside the ruins of your bodies and your mangled souls, and weep.
