Chapter 6
two hours earlier ...
'But I...don't wanna force you into this...if you don't...', Dean said between two kisses.
'Dean, I am an angel, do you really think I'd let you do this if I didn't like it?', Cass said and appeared to be very serious.
'You damned freak.', Dean said. 'This is ill, maybe even blaspheme, nah?. I shouldn't start something with somebody like you.'
Dean laughed when he saw Cass' face.
Castiel looked worried and sad, so Dean added hasty 'nah, just kidding', and smiled lovingly.
Thank god, Castiel thought and sunk in another kiss.
They were about to relieve themselves from their clothes, when Castiel screamed out loudly. Dean took a look of Castiel's hip and felt a numb beat in his stomach.
'What do ya think has happened? Cass nah?' Bobby asked as Sam drove home as fast as he could.
'Yes, I'm afraid so. But I guess we'll find out earlier than we like to.' Sam answered. He wasn't sure what exactly he expected, but he hoped Dean was fine. He knew it sounded far more than egoistic, but he worried more about Dean than Castiel, and not only because of that 'blood is thicker than friendship' thing.
During the last few hours he got clear about his feelings. His sick, disgusting feelings. His feelings for his own brother.
Now he had to free his mind to help his brother with whatever has happened. He couldn't imagine standing in front of him or even looking into his eyes, but he knew he would have to.
On Castiel's bright grey t-shirt, one could see a even brighter red spot which spread continuously.
'Cass. Why didn't you say something?', Dean asked worriedly and furiously at the same time. Suddenly Castiel felt very sick. He wanted to say something, but he just didn't catch the right words. His head felt like it was spinning around and everything around him became unclear and gloomy. He felt how the sore, dry feeling in his throat passed by and then fade into blood collecting in his mouth. In his actual situation he had no chance to heal himself.
'Damned Cass. I am bloody talking to you. Don't you close your eyes now. I swear, after I saved you I will definitely kill you. Come on, hang in there you son of a bitch. Cass I beg you...', Dean seemed to become more and more desperate. Castiel felt his arms around him. It felt good. He felt Deans lips on his skin for a last time.
'Dean...', Castiel said while his voice sounded wet and blood soaked.
He couldn't keep talking so he formed the last three words with his lips.
'I love you too.' Dean said and got beaten by the feeling he just heard the last words of Castiel's.
Castiel felt a sudden silence around him.
There was no more crying of lost souls.
There were no more problems to worry about.
He wouldn't have to fight anymore.
It was ended.
He found his end in the arms of his love.
A beautiful, melancholic and somehow calming way to leave, Castiel thought.
'He is dead! He killed him!', the TV cried and Dean started to moan.
Could one just leave? From now till forever? Some people trust in rebirth, others believe in heaven or hell or even purgatory. Some people even say, wherever we go after death, it was a better place.
Dean Winchester knew both existed, heaven and hell. He had been to both a couple of times. But from time to time someone left for eternity and wasn't supposed to come back. One of those had just left. His very own angle finally found his way to a better place. At least that was what he hoped. Castiel had earned his salvation.
Dean drunk the last bit of whiskey and placed the bottle loud on the floor. What would Castiel's heaven look like? No not 'would', what 'did' Castiel's heaven look like? Would Dean be able to follow him if he died too, right now?
Dean opened the locker in Bobby's kitchen and took a hard, silvery thing out of it.
He knelt down next to Castiel. I'm gonna die right now, right here, with him in my arms, he thought. At least this way, I am the one who decides about my death.
When they arrived at Bobby's, Sam felt something horrible must have happened. His intuition got supported by the sudden scream which came from inside the house.
It couldn't be. It shouldn't be.
Sam closed the door with a loud bang and ran inside the house. What he saw when he entered the corridor made him feel numb. He wished he could cry, but he just couldn't. What he saw, were his brother and a bloodied Castiel. Sam didn't need to ask, he knew Castiel had died.
When he saw what Dean held in his hands he stepped forward without any expression of feelings.
A gun? Honestly Dean? No demonic pact or deal or something? For him you would die? Sam knew how stupid that was. He knew heaven was a better place to rest, far better than hell. Although he felt this pain inside him. It was this sudden emotion that made him shiver. This awareness that he loved him. He wouldn't forgive himself if he let Dean die. So he stepped forward and said the worst he could have said.
'He's at a better place now.', Sam said and took the gun out of Deans hands.
The ending.?
