A/N
I'm so, so sorry for the wait! My computer didn't have internet and I forgot about the story for a while, but, I'm back! I'll try to be updating more xx
Time passed fast, Abigail keeping herself occupied with several different kinds of toys, Dean watching her, and even the time flying by, it wasn't enough to keep his mind off Cas. When Sam and Jess got home, a half hour early, Dean got up and greeted them, Sam smiled.
"Thanks for watching her, Dean." Jessica said, putting her hand on his shoulder as she recognized the haunted look in his eyes. He smiled, as always, and shook his head.
"Don't thank me. Abby's an angel-" Dean started, and stopped like he'd been punched in the gut. Thankfully, neither had noticed, and Dean sighed softly.
"Well, it's time for me to be gettin' home." Dean says, hints of sadness in his voice.
"Are you sure you won't stay the night?" Jessica and Sam ask at the same time, both thinking the same thing- It's too close to.. That date for him to be going anywhere alone.
"I'm fine, guys, really. I'll see ya in a few days." Dean smiled and picked up his stuff, and Jessica gave Dean a hug, with Abigail darting over to him and hugging his leg.
"Bye un'ca Dee!" She exclaimed, and smiled, leaning down and hugging her. Dean then stood up, and Jessica picked her small, yet rapidly growing, child up.
"See ya, Sammy." Dean said, giving his brother a short hug, as he always did. Sam nodded as Dean walked out of the door.
"See ya." Sam said back. Dean got onto his bike, turning the key and revving the engine, trying to convince himself all of what had happened the past week was a lie, a hallucination, but he couldn't be imagining that, could he? His mind isn't that cruel. He went back to the motel to gather the last of his things, putting them in his bag, not noticing the flap of wings, or the man in the corner. The last thing he grabbed was a photo of Cas, sitting on the bedside, smiling with Dean's arms wrapped around him. Dean walked out of the motel, returning the key, securing his bag shut and strapping it to his bike, driving off, back home.
Dean arrived home, parking his bike, and grabbing his bag, walking through the door and was immediately knocked out cold, his bag clattering to the floor. When he woke, he was in a room he didn't recognize, tied to a cold steel chair.
"You shouldn't mettle in the Angels affairs." A woman said, the same woman who had told Dean what Cas was.
"Who are you?" Dean asked, getting a chuckle in reply.
"What does it matter who I am? In the end, either you or Castiel, maybe both, will be dead anyway. That's just the way it is." She said, and walked up to Dean, wrapping her fingers around his throat, squeezing. Dean began to choke, jerking his head away, or attempting to, anyway.
"He's happier without you. You just remind him of the past, bring him pain that Angels aren't supposed to feel." Her words stung Dean, and he slumped, with her hand still at his throat, preventing him from breathing. He didn't care. He welcomed death.
"No!" A voice roared behind her, ripping her away just as Dean lost consciousness.
