Dead? There was no way Cas could possibly be dead! He'd just been here a few hours prior. Sam had seen him, there's not way he could truly be dead.
"How do you know Dean?"
"He promised he'd be back and I get this." Sam is confused when Dean turns around and walks back into his room. Returning a moment later with a box."I seen this when I went back to my room after talking to you. It wasn't there until after Cas left. I didn't think twice about it until I seen this." He turned the box slightly and Sam seen the red streak down the side of the shoe box sized cardboard crate.
"What's in it?" Sam said slowly, knowing it was going to be gruesome, and had to do with Cas.
Dean didn't say a word only pried the lid off, not looking in at the contents himself, only tilting the box, so Sam could see.
All Sam seen where about 7 or 8 dark feathers with gold weaved into them. They must have been Castiel's feathers, but how would Dean know what they possibly looked like?
He must have had a look on his face, because Dean spoke."I've seen my angels wings before Sam." He said matter of factly. Sam didn't understand what was so bad about 8 feathers in a small box. "They have blood on them Sam! Blood!" Dean broke again, salty tears streaming down his face at an alarmingly fast rate.
"Well maybe it's not his blood Dean," Sam replied hoping to calm his hysterical brother.
"If it wasn't, and Cas was alive than he would have answered my prayers. I was begging Sam! I was crying to him, calling for him, and he never answered. He always comes when I call Sam." Dean looked down as he replaced the lid on the box, before cradling it close.
"He's probably just busy in heaven and he sent you those so you know he's okay." Sam said, his last idea to calm his brother.
"Then why's there blood Sam?" When Dean looked up into his little brother's eyes Sam's heart broke. He could see the pain, the panic, and the heartache, written on his bloodshot green eyes.
"He'll be okay, just watch and see. I know he'll be okay Dean. I just know it."
"So you're a psychic now huh Sammy? Or is it the demon blood again?" Dean knew he was being crude, but he didn't care, he just wanted his angel back. He knew being loutish to Sam wouldn't even start to bring his lover back to him, but he couldn't seem to stop the words from flowing out of his mouth.
After the blood comment had left his mouth he seen the look of shock, betrayal, and dejection dance across his face, before he turned and quickly stalked away.
Dean knew he should follow him but first he'd let Sam, and himself, cool off before he said something even worse. He retreated back to his room shutting the door and walking quietly over to his unkempt bed. The bed he and Cas had made love on just hours prior.
He felt the tears start to fall, as he recalled practically shoving Cas away, not knowing it would be the last time he ever seen his angel again. He removed the lid once more, looking down at the bloody, multicolored feathers. Letting the tears fall unnoticed.
He then remember the feather from earlier, the one he'd extracted from Castiel's wings himself. It was the only thing he had of Castiel that was good. Those other feathers were dirty, and tainted. They wouldn't do Dean any good in remembering his boyfriends previous glory.
He stood and walked to his dresser, carefully lifting the downy feather to his lips, kissing it softly before once more placing it safely on his dresser.
