"Cas, buddy; hear me out,"
The chilling water pounded at the rocks viciously, drowning out the broken voice of a man who was so desperately alone.
"I never meant to break you."
He continued, not caring if no one was there to hear him. Though Castiel could hear his prayers on most occasions, somehow Dean doubted that he could hear this verse of his. Cas was too far-gone. Dean had pushed him too much, and as a consequence his angel had broken into a thousand unique pieces.
"I just wanted you to be at my side. Like you always have been. Is that too much to ask of you, man? Am I selfish for wanting that so bad?"
He rubbed his palm across his face, blinking heavily and swallowing hard. 'Oh, what a mess', he thought. And the thought was no lie. Dean had really screwed up this time.
"Just… Cas… I don't like being alone,"
Breath caught in his throat.
"I-It feels so empty."
Tears stung at his eyes, battling their way onto his features. He tried so hard to fight them, but sure enough a single tear rolled down his cheek and onto the rough skin of his hands. He felt pathetic – useless even – for crying. It wasn't manly. It was stupid. Pointless. Yet still he cried.
"I'm so alone, Cas."
He bit his lip, fighting away the salt tears. Then he looked to the heavens, green eyes wide and fresh, begging for peace.
"I owe you so much."
Nothing but the cascading water moved. The world seemed to slow down as Dean shifted his weight closer to the edge. He could feel the spray at his feet, at his bare arms. Though it was cold, something about it felt right. Natural.
"Forgive me, Cas. Please."
And those were his final words on the matter. He inhaled deeply, still looking to the sky.
So this was Dean. Looking for forgiveness. Begging for peace.
