This isn't what I wanted.
Surrounded by a hot sticky liquid. A painful numbness in my gut.
Plaid button down and plain tee stained red.
My thoughts should've been stressing about Sammy. They weren't.
One last wish. One last longing.
A prayer.
"Cas. Cas, I'm dying."
The familiar ruffling of wings.
A shattered shout.
The bullet encased in my chest burned numb.
Soft hands.
Frantic.
Gentle.
"D-Dean?" Hot salty drops on my exposed neck.
Can angels even cry.
"Dean. Dean- you can't do this! You can't leave me!"
I tried to say something. The words couldn't crawl their way up my throat. Nothing.
I raised my hand to his tear drenched face.
I'm so- so damn sorry.
Tears.
"Dean, p-please. I-I love you."
More tears.
Sobbing.
My wry voice managed a small squeak.
"Castiel, Cas I-"
Blinding Darkness.