Chapter 4
'They're going to kill me'
Dean thought about these harsh, unthinkable words for a minute. They echoed throughout his worried mind; taunting him, forcing upon him the undeniable truth.
It seemed that the more Castiel told Dean about the unavoidable situation he'd found himself in, the weaker he became, as if heaven could hear every word spoken. "I'm so sorry Dean" he whimpered, clutching his shaken, trembling body, as he tumbled from the unsteady chair, to the grubby carpet beneath; too feeble to hold his fragile structure upright, an agonised groan escaping from his pale, quivering lips as he solidly crashed onto the floor, gazing up at Dean's saddened face; almost feeling guilty for how this was bound to affect him "I didn't want to die...without seeing you, Dean" he spluttered, gazing up at Dean's speechless face.
"Don't say your sorry, you've done nothing wrong!" Dean bellowed, trying to hold back threatening tears; staring at how much pain he was in, craving to hold him in his reassuring arms. "Cas, we'll find a way to get round this, we'll fix this!" he said; a single tear wistfully trickling down his check; searching into the fragile cerulean eyes of the 'dead man walking' before him; wet with tears.
Imagining Castiel like this ripped Dean to shreds, it pained him more than he could bare. A sudden outburst of emotion formed in the depths of his dismal soul, accepting to help in any way he could. He couldn't help but willingly rush towards his dying crush; falling to his knees, frantically shifting himself so he could delicately pull the terrified angel into his lap; cradling him softly while calmly talking to him in between sorrowful sniffs. "Cas..." he gulped; feeling Castiel's fingers intertwine with his own, firmly; frozen and in need of warmth and support.
"Yes Dean?" Castiel said, now perking up a bit-little; resting against Dean's cosy, comforting chest; clinging onto him firmly.
"What did you want to tell me in the end, what was the point in all of this?" he sniffed; an uneasy feeling coursing through his veins in anticipation of his reply; touselling his hair with his trembling fingers, soothingly stroking his soft, sweet face, emjoying the warmth and contentment he felt with him, trying to avoid the thought of what was to come; sick to his stomach with fear.
"Dean I-"
"Quiet, Cas you need to rest, I don't want you to loose any more energy, try and get some sleep" he interrupted abruptly; a hint of panic in his aching voice at how quickly the one he adored was draining away.
Castiel wondered whether he should sleep or not. If he slept he may not be in as much pain, but he knew he would've wasted his last moments with Dean unconscious, but still he chose to do what Dean wanted for him; to rest.
I hope you don't mind me sleeping on your lap...Dean, I find it particularly comfortable here" He stated, glancing up at Dean yet again, whose face held an accepting smile.
"Of course you can Cas" Dean said contently, smiling down at him.
Castiel nuzzled further into Dean's chest; embracing the moment he knew he would never have again with Dean, or in fact anyone of that matter, and gradually drifted to sleep, clutching onto Dean with the last fragment of life he had in him, because in Dean's arms, he felt safe.
