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OMG I totally love this song. I could listen to it on a loop forever. This chapter is a destiel.

Chapter Three "Gone, Gone, Gone - Phillip Phillips"

Castiel paced nervously by Dean's bedside in the hospital as the hunter slept. He had only gone to the grocery store for ten minutes when it happened. Apparently Dean had been out in the yard when he collapsed and a neighbor who witnessed the event called an ambulance. When Castiel had gotten home, he was frantic with worry until the same neighbor had informed him about what had happened.

"Excuse me, sir," a nurse entered their private room. "I have good news for you. Your grandfather will be just fine. He just suffered a minor heart attack-"

"He's NOT my grandfather." Castiel interrupted wearily. He was tired of correcting people that he and Dean were, in fact, mates. It was hard to believe however, as the years went past and Castiel's body stayed the same due to his grace, while Dean's had aged as a normal humans does.

The nurse looked at him curiously but didn't question further."I'm sorry for the confusion, but you will able to bring him home now."

"Thank you." Castiel nodded pointedly at the nurse, who took the hint and left the room. Castiel immediately was at Dean's side. He reached out a hand and touched the hunter' s old wrinkled face.

"Dean." he whispered, and Dean stirred, waking at the angel's touch. "We can go home now."

"Cass." Dean croaked, running a tongue over his dry cracked lips. He looked up at Castiel with milky pupils netted with cataracts. "What happened?"

"You had a heart attack." Castiel said softly, sitting beside his old mate.

"You healed me?"

"No, I was out. A neighbor called an ambulance." Castiel said a bit regretfully, at the same time wondering why Dean dud not pray to him if he was in trouble. "But when we get home I can-"

"No." Dean interrupted him quickly. "You can't keep healing me forever. I'm old, Cass." Dean struggled to sit up, finally allowing Castiel to help him, a strong hand on the small of his back. "I've had a good run, I think."

Castiel felt fear rising in him. "Dean, what are you saying?"

Dean slowly pulled his legs out from under the covers and hung them over the edge of the bed. The strong muscular limbs that once helped him run were now bent and twisted with arthritis. Cass had offered to heal him, but Dean had refused.

"Next time, I'm leaving for good, Cass."

"Dean, no!" Castiel grabbed for Dean' hand frantically and squeezed it tightly, as if trying to hold on. "What will I do? You'll be gone, I'll be alone-"

Dean silenced him with a kiss, one that only took place for a moment because Dean couldn't hold his breath as long as he used to. They used to play the kissing game, seeing how long they could stay attached by the lips before they had to stop to breathe. But that was a long time ago.

"Baby, I'll still be with you even if I'm not next to you." Dean said, smiling fondly at the angel who had made his life greater then he could have ever imagined it would be.

Castiel looked away, feeling his eyes burn. Sam was gone, too, he had passed last year. Castiel had no angel friends anymore, due to the fact he chose to live on earth with Dean rather then in Heaven. He would be alone in this world.

"Please don't, Cass." Dean reached up to place a shaking hand on Cass' cheek, but it only encouraged the tears to flow freely from Castiel's eyes. "You need to let me go when it's time. I'm not an angel. I can't live forever."

Castiel took a deep breath, steadying himself before throwing his arms around his mate.

"Dean, I love you so much," he whispered in the hunter's ear.

"I know you do," Dean replied sadly, stroking the back of the angel's head lightly, trying to comfort him.

"I will love you forever, long after you're gone."

Dean kissed the angel again, and a few tears fell from his eyes and dripped onto Cass' face, running down his cheeks.

Castiel entered his and Dean's little house, heading for the living room to bring Dean the pie he had asked for. The hunter was sitting in his favorite comfortable armchair in front of the TV.

"Dean, I got the cherry pie you requested." Castiel came around to the front of the chair. "Dean?"

The hunter's eyes were closed, his chest still while the TV played some old Chuck Norris movie. Castiel warily placed the pie down on the floor and bent in front of Dean, his heart racing horribly.

No.

He placed a hand on Dean' cheek, which was already growing cold.

No.

Castiel's eyes burned and tears leaked from them, falling on Dean. He shook Dean's shoulder vigorously, and Dean's head bobbed back and forth.

NO!

Pressed his fingers on Dean's forehead and concentrated his grace, trying to heal the hunter, but he knew it was no use. Now he understood why Dean had asked him to go get the pie; Dean knew he was dying and he didn't want Castiel to try and save him again.

"No!" Castiel cried, his knees growing weak as he fell to the floor. He should have been here to spend Dean' last moments with him. How could Dean do this, how could he think it was okay to leave him like this? How could Dean leave him alone? The angel laid his weary head to rest in Dean's lap and cried heartily until there were no more tears to be shed, and Dean's body was stiff with Death.