"Come what... may..." Dean whispered, choking on the blood filling up his lungs as he desperately clung to life. He could feel Castiel tighten his grip on his shoulders as he carfeully lowered him to the ground, wary of his wounds, offering words of comfort, but it was too late. Dean smiled weakly.
"I will love... you..." Dean gasped, reaching up to Castiel's face and cupping his cheek. Castiel brought his hand up to meet his, grasping it tightly.
"Til my... dying...day."
Castiel stared mutely as the light in Dean's eyes went out.
