Broken Wings
Chapter Seven
Dean held his half dead lover against him, crying into his cold neck. Castiel had yet to awaken from his slumber and Dean kept praying that he would before he left, just so he could say good-bye. Gabriel, Sam, and Bobby had left after Gabriel had delivered the news to Dean a few hours ago. They'd wondered off somewhere in the house, Dean really didn't give half a shit. For all he cared, Sam could just go and die. He didn't even want Sam in the same house as Castiel. For once, Dean noted dully, this particular indicant wasn't his fault, none of it. It was all his bastard brothers fault. Dean felt a sudden rage fill up inside him, thinking about Sam.
He couldn't understand why Sam had killed his little angel, his lover, his everything. Why Sam didn't seem to have cared, why Sam let it happen. Dean whimpered into Castiel's neck, the angel's breathing to soft and quiet, to cold and slow. Dean didn't know he had so many tears, not until now. He let his mind wonder, wonder back into happy wonderful memories. Memories of a healthy life filled Castiel, a happy Dean, and a good honest younger brother.
He stopped however, because the memories were to much, they let him have hope. He sniffled, his nose running. He whispered to himself and his dying lover, Castiel's favorite human prayer. The one that always seemed to make him smile, the one he made Dean say every night before he went to bed. The one he and Dean had made up together.
"Dear God, I love you with all my might, please keep me safe throughout the night. Protect me from all the demons and evil souls that wish me harm. Oh beloved lord, forgive me of my sins, and please see fit to keep me in your holy grace. In your son's name I pray, Amen." Dean cried softly, blinking away tears. "Please wake up Castiel, please – I need you to wake up."
Dean sobbed, Castiel still slept, still deprived him of what he needed most. His beautiful voice and unseeing eyes. His smallest movements, his everything. Dean didn't fill selfish, just treated unfairly, he couldn't even be granted a soft good-bye from his little angel. Dean clinched his teeth together tightly and crushed Castiel's limp body to him, holding him tight against him, then his mind hatched a grieving idea. Something that would be better for both of them. He stumbled to his feet, his vision blurry from tears never seeming to end. He then picked up his angel, noticing that he was no lighter than a feather, his was to skinny, to light.
Dean cradled the angel to his chest and walked out of the door, ignoring the fact that his wings were dragging the ground. He simply walked past Bobby and Sam, not even looking at them, and didn't bother answering Gabriel's "Where are you going?". He paused, snagging the keys and then kicking open Bobby's front door, breaking it from it bottom hing, and busted the woodwork. The door flew open and he walked through, going to the Impala, Gabriel had zapped it back to Bobby's at Sam's request.
He managed to open the door and place Castiel inside, tucking his wings inside the car, making sure they were out of the way before shutting the door and walking to the drivers side. Dean got in and slammed the door, not even caring about the car anymore, and started it. The once wonderfully comforting rumble only proved to be painful reminders of his time spent in the old vehicle with Castiel. Dean smiled, it wasn't a normal smile, it was bitter and evil, his hate and sorrow twisting his face into something unrecognizable. He let the tears slid down his face and hissed curse words at his brother, who never heard them. Then he pulled away.
~0o0o~
Dean drove for a handful of a few hours. Running stop sighs along the empty roads and never slowing down. He was heading for a certain place, the place that had started everything. The place where he and Castiel finally broke all the rules and began their journey together. Dean smiled softly at the memory, it was where they had first kissed, where Castiel's knees had buckled beneath him from the experience of his very first kiss. Dean remembered how he had laughed after the kiss, he had never seen anyone's or anything's face grow that red before or sense. It broke his heart.
Dean almost swerved off the road when he heard the low moan come from the passengers set. He slammed on his breaks and nearly threw both of them out of the windshield. He looked over at Castiel, the angel moving slightly, his eyes blinking slowly several times before they finally opened half way. They were dull and dark, and the look in them showed just how much Castiel was gone. There was nothing in them, they were truly lifeless, the beautiful light and blazing blue had become a dark and hopeless gray. Dean found himself wishing that Castiel would close them back. He turned away, starting to drive again, glancing at the clock, so he would have something other than the empty road to look at. It was eleven-twenty.
"Hey Cas, can you hear me." Dean said, not glancing to see if the angel was going to respond.
At first Dean though the angel had fallen back asleep, but when he felt an icy hand cover the hand Dean had resting at his side, he jumped. Then he heard a faint little noise.
"Dean," was the first word that came out of Catiel's mouth and Dean felt himself tear up.
"Hey baby," Dean said, slowing the car and looking at him. His heart somehow over joyed that Castiel had awoken, and then his heart breaking at the sight of his angel awake.
Castiel's lips curved up in the smallest smile, barely there. "Hi," Cas said, his voice to soft and broken.
Castiel's eyes started drifting closed again and Dean felt himself panic. "Hey! Hey Cas, guess where were going?" He said on a shaky breath.
Casitel's eyes opened a little more. "Where?" It came out below a whisper, the Impala almost droning the angel out completely.
"To that little lake, remember, its where we first kissed. Where we started our relationship." Dean said, clasping the freezing hand that rested in his own tighter. "But yo gotta stay awake so you can see it!" Dean said, his voice unbelievably desperate and childish.
"Dean, I'm so sorry." Cas mumbled, his eyes falling closed, then slowly opening again.
Dean swallowed. "For what?" Dean whispered.
"Everything, you've suffered some much because of me." Castiel said, he sounded so much like his old self that Dean turned sharply, expecting to see his angel all better and confused faced as always.
But nothing of the sort, he actually looked worse.
"Cas, none of this is your fault, none of it." Dean said, leaving out the part of every bit of this being Sam's fucking fault.
Castiel smiled again. "I'm so sorry." Castiel said, his head dropping forward, a whimper falling from his mouth.
Dean stopped the car, looking at Castiel with worry. "Cas, Cas, what's wrong?" Dean said, turning in his seat to get a better look.
"My-my insides. There on fire!" Castiel hissed, wrapping his arms around his sides and curling into himself.
Dean began crawling across the seat and stopped at Castiel, turning the angels head so they were looking at each other. When Dean saw the red painting the little angel's blue lips, he panicked.
"Cas, what's going on?" Dean said, his voice rising.
"My insides," Castiel whimpered.
Dean's mind instantly shot back to the information Gabriel delivered before he'd left Dean and Castiel to themselves.
~0o0o~
Dean was still standing as Sam and Bobby left the room, leaving only Dean, Gabriel, and the half dead Castiel to themselves. Gabriel shifted on his feet and his head dropped low. When he let out the breath of air he'd been holding, it came out shaking. He looked back up to Dean, his eyes shinning with sorrow.
"Dean, you need to know what the final signs are." Gabriel said, he cringed away from the broken noise that the hunter made.
Gabriel looked at floor again. "What are they?" Dean asked, his voice so low Gabriel almost missed it.
"One of the first signs are rambling, he'll just start talking insanity." Gabriel paused. "Then one of the more undesirable signs will be with his body."
Dean walked over to the bed and slumped into it. "What do you mean?" He said, putting his face in his hands.
"His body will start shutting down." Gabriel said, Dean felt as though there were suddenly a block of ice in his stomach. "He'll start vomiting or coughing up blood. He's cold right now, but he'll get even colder, then his body will heat up to the point of frying his brain." Gabriel paused, swallowing loudly.
"What else," Dean said with a robotic tone.
"Then he'll die. The temperature of his body is how you'll be able to tell how long he has left. The colder he gets, the closer he gets to his final hours." Gabriel finished, walking from the room, however he stopped half way. "Oh and Dean," He waited until the deathly pale hunter turned to him. "He'll more than likely stay unconscious. You probably want get to say good-bye to him."
~0o0o~
Dean felt the urge to vomit, his grief and nerves almost getting the best of him. He felt his eyes fill with tears, Castiel was really dying. For real, this wasn't some trick being played by a demon, or a prank from Gabriel, Castiel really was dying. He was leaving Dean, going away forever, and leaving Dean.
Dean was going to be all alone again. His little angel was leaving.
~0o0o~
Sam sat in the living room of Bobby's house, staring into the dark, wallowing in his self piety. He felt disgusted with himself. Sam didn't understand how things had gone so wrong, but they did. Lucky him. Sam sighed inwardly to himself when he heard Gabriel.
"You should be ashamed of yourself." He said, sitting down beside the hunter.
Even though the words were sharp and hateful, no real venom coated it, they just sounded like a tired and worn out threat. Sam turned to face the archangel.
"Here to lecture me again." Sam shot back, slowly taking in the angels ragged appearance.
"No, just here to tell you that I lied to your brother." The archangel mumbled, his eyes starting to shine.
"What?" Sam said, completely turning to face Gabriel, his brows rising. "Lied about what?"
"Castiel doesn't have two days left." The angel's voice was low, shaking.
Sam cocked his head to the side, mimicking Castiel. "He'll be dead by midnight!" Gabriel chocked out, his face falling into his hands. His shoulder started shaking, his breath coming in ragged sobs.
Sam watched in complete shock, not really able to comprehend that the stone cold and heartless archangel Gabriel was crying for his dying little brother. Sam hesitated and carefully put an arm around the grieving angels shoulders, hovering slightly before pulling him into into his chest. He cradled the angel to him, listening with teary eyes as Gabriel whimpered to him.
"I was there when Castiel was born, I watched him as he was created, I was one of the only ones who witnessed my baby brothers birth." He cried, clinching Sam's shirt in a white knuckled grip. Gabriel whined. "I was supposed to protect him from everything, and I know I left him , but I still watched over him!"
Sam swallowed hard. "I'm so sorry Gabriel, please believe me."
"I know I haven't be a good brother, I disappeared when he needed me most, but I still loved him." Gabriel took in a shuddering breath. "Why did you kill my baby brother?"
Sam felt his heart stop, his stomach twisted and knotted. Why did he kill Castiel? None of this was worth it, even if the demon would have been telling him the truth. It still wasn't worth it. None of it.
Sam glanced at the clock, it was eleven- forty. Dean had twenty minutes left with Castiel.
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