Chapter 2 of 2

Cas p.o.v
I woke up in a hospital dazed.' how did i get here?' I thought. the pounding in my head was killing me. I went to
rub my eyes but found that my hand was stuck on something. A older winchester to be exact. I smiled at dean's
sleeping face. He could have been a model if he wanted to. His large calloused hand gripping mine like i was
bound to fly away. Then it hit me, the events of last night fresh in my memory hitting me like a ton of bricks.
A voice popped into my head, sounding strangely like my brother Lucifer. But he was in hell, so that wasn't
pssible. 'Its all your fault castiel. You are the reason the angels fell. You are the one who has let humanity
fall. The one who has let the winchesters down.' the voice taunted. Then i did something i haven't done in a few
centuries. I cried, weeping silently. Most people say that a weeping angel is the most beautiful thing one could
see. That wasn't true in this case. was it?

Dean P.o.v
I woke up to cas' crying, his salty tears falling and landing on my cheek. He was too beautiful to cry.
Now look, im not gay. well, maybe just a little, for cas atleast. ever since i met him after he raised me from
hell, I have had a strange connection with him. Like when i was with Lisa, everytim i would do something
with her, whether it was a small kiss or something else, it felt wrong. It hurt me to kiss someone else.
I didn't understand it.

"Cas, whats wrong?" i finally asked.
"Nothing dean, was just thinking, you don't have to worry about me okay?" he said sniffling.

Dean didn't answer back, he just sttod up and went to check cas out of the hospital. Sam's condition was much
worse so he didn't check sam out.

~~~2 days later~~~

Cas p.o.v

The retched voice of my brother kept taunting me.

'Castiel, you are worthless. a defective angel.
you should just grab that knife your lover boy hides to the side of his bed and just cut your throat out."

The voice was right. He was worthless, he was just a defective angel that couldn't follow orders.
Castiel just wanted to be loved. To be forgiven. To bless himself of his sins. But where would he go?
Heaven was on shut down, where would his 'soul' go to? Hell?
He walked over to deans side of the room and looked for the said knife. He wanted it over, the world didn't need
him, Sam and Dean didn't need him, so why not? When he found that knife, he brought to to his fragile skin on
his neck and waited. His one problem though, was that he got so caught up in his thinking , he didn't even hear
the door open.