Huge raindrops fell out of the sky. The night was dark, but once in a while lightning bolts crashed upon the earth. The water was warm, but felt like ice cubes on his face. Him.The righteous man. He was laying down, exhausted. Like he had given up.
He could have been sleeping, but his eyes were wide open, looking up to the sky, as if he was waiting for something to happen. The pain in his eyes could have killed anyone close to him.
Suddenly, the dark night disappeared and made place for a strange light that seemed to be falling out of the sky. The man, still looking up, tried to move, but was too weak to even move. And even though he obviously fought his last battle, he tried to stand up, and to look at the variety of falling lights in the sky. He knew what it meant.
The angels were falling.
The man used all his strength to stand up, and when he did, he had to lean against his car to not lose his balance. He looked at the black door he was leaning against. The car was the one thing he cared about since the day everything went down, the day he lost two people. The two men he loved. More than he had ever loved someone.
He heard a noise behind him. He turned around, and was not surprised by the sight. There was another man. The weakened man knew every single body curve by heart, but the man inside the body had become a stranger. The weakened man did nothing while the stranger walked towards him.
"Cas," The weakened man said, with a cracking voice.
"The Cas you knew doesn't exist."
The last thing the weakened man heard was someone screaming his name, as the stranger in the familiar body hit him, and took his last breath.