I had to say, Ticked-Off-Angel-Chick could really throw down, even being cast out of Heaven with the rest of the Angels. She was currently throwing Sam around, while I, still shaking the stars out of my vision, sneaked up behind her with the Angel Blade she had kicked aside. I got to her just as she was about to finish off Sam. I said, "Hey!" and she turned around right into my Blade. Once the light had disappeared, I went to go check on Sam, but I heard a faint moan and a choked cough from the chair where Cas was at. I turned to see Cas faintly moving. He was still alive? I instantly went to his side and put my hand on his knee, asking, "Cas?" He slowly opened his eyes half way, and eventually focused on me. His eyes lit up and he asked, "Dean…? Are…you…?" he was cut off by a sudden coughing fit that left his lips red. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, easy Cas. I'm here, I'm here, I'm ok." I said as I put a steadying hand on his shoulder. For the first time, I could see where the Angel-Chick had put her Blade. The Blade had pierced his left lung, about two inches away from his heart. Fatal if not treated right away. The lung had fully collapsed by the sound of Cas's breathing.
He raised his arm and put his hand on the spot where I still had the hand-print on my shoulder. He tighten his grip on the spot as he had another coughing fit. My grip also tightened as I said, "Hey, hey, hey, easy, easy Cas." "Dean…Thank you." 'Thank you'? For what? Being the cause of him losing his power? Being the reason he was in this state? Cas took a shallow breathe as he said, "Thank you…for being…my friend. And for…forgiving…me." It was getting hard for him to breathe, but, like the stubborn fool he was, he continued, saying, "I don't…regret…raising you…meeting you…is the…best thing…to happen…to me." His chest is heaving now, as is mine, but both for different reasons. After everything that happened to him, everything I put him through, he still says I'm his best friend? I've been anything but his best friend lately! "Hey Cas…Cas! I'm going to call for help, ok? You're going to be alright, just hang on." I pulled out my phone to make the call, but Cas took his hand from my shoulder and pulled my hand down, saying, "it's too late…I'm sorry Dean…" his eyes are hooded, and are nearly shut. My throat tightened. My friend, my best friend, even though I had no right to call him that, was slipping away from me, and there wasn't a thing that I could do. And what was worse, I was the reason that he was in this mess! If I hadn't kicked him out of the Bunker, he wouldn't be homeless, would've never met Ticked-Off-Angel-Chick, and wouldn't be dying right now.
His breath had started to rattle, and I knew what meant. He didn't have long. Cas opened his eyes almost all the way open, and looked me straight on and said in a surprisingly strong voice, "None…of this…is your…fault…I made…my own decisions…chose my…my own path." His arm shifted back to the mark on my shoulder and the grip tightened. Still looking at me straight on, he smiled slightly and said, "Goodbye Dean." When he said that, his eyes lost their intensity and his eyelids started to droop, his breathing got more irregular and shallower, and his grip on my arm slackened. And then his eyes closed, his breathing stopped, his arm dropped into his lap, and there was absolute silence.
