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"No, Dean I'm not done yet."
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"Might as well, you've always been a... nuisance."
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The older Winchester was drunk.
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"All you've ever done is make everything worse!"
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"Dean, I - "
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"Shut up. Shut up. Just go away, would you?!"
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Their motel door creaked open slowly.
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Sharpening his blade, he marched straight through the door of the vampire nest.
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He barely got out with his life.
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The rain poured. Blood oozed out of him slowly. For a moment, he considered simply dying.
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They... Had left him. It was what was inevitable. Couldn't have been avoided.
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"We're expendable."
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She was right.
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The flames licked at his sides eagerly and soot filled his lungs.
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He marched through the fire with weight in his step, letting the red catch hold of him.
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"Always ready to bleed for the Winchesters,"
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Castiel needed to find them.
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Sam and Dean weren't at the bunker.
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He waited for weeks before he decided to set out to look for them.
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The Angels had found him though.
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They whipped, burned, and cut him for several months before he broke free of his chains and limped along the side of the road.
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The had blade carved through him etching itself into his very soul.
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He screamed and screamed,
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Help me.
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Plick.
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Plick.
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His blood dripped slowly, dark red staining the snow.
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The next time he saw them his gaze was empty.
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"Sam. Dean."
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They looked at him too, but with conflicted eyes.
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He fell.
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He woke, numb to all his pain.
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Dean sat by his bed, head over two arms and sleeping.
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Castiel ran his hand through his soft brown hair.
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His eyes snapped open, almost flinching back from his touch.
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"Cas."
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His voice croaked.
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"God, I am so sorry - "
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"Cut the crap."
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His green eyes widened.
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Castiel's face was impassive, devoid of emotion.
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"I'm no use to you anymore aren't I?"
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"No. No Cas you - "
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"Got it wrong?"
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He wanted to yell, to scream, but his words only came out in harsh rasps.
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"You - you left me, Dean.
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Oh, he bled. He bled rivers and oceans of blood.
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He always felt the ghost of chains over his wrists.
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He always heard the whispering hiss of a blade on his skin.
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Lucifer was always next to him, singing a quiet song.
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All for the Winchesters.
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Always for them.
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Because he loved them. And no matter what they did he was there, always.
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What a divine comedy, isn't it father?
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Look at how damned hilarious it is.
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They don't need me anymore.
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There was a time when he was a general, fighting valiantly among the sea of blood and smoke.
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There was a time where angels envied him and demons trembled at the very sound of his name.
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Castiel, the angel of the Lord.
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How the mighty have fallen.
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Castiel raised his hands.
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So maybe,
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They circled around his own throat.
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