When the three men finally reach the coffin, and take off the lid before climbing out of the grave to get the salt and oil, the sun has begun to rise, stretching out across the horizon, and lighting up the earth gracefully. Dean spreads the salt onto the corps, while Sam pours out the flammable oil, but before the lighter is lit, both brothers are thrown back and pushed against two different grave stones, stuck with their back against the stones uncomfortably. Leaving Castiel defenceless and scared for his life.
Castiel automatically freezes in fear, his muscles tensing under the intense stare of the beast that wishes to kill him.
So this is the end, this is how it ends. Castiel thinks to himself, letting out a small sigh as he thinks back on his failure of a life.
"Cas!" Dean yells out in strain, "fight!"
the ghost disappears from in front of Castiel, teleporting to be in front of Dean instead. Dean growls at the beast, struggling against its invisible hold. The ghost holds out one of his crinkled, white hands, as if to touch Dean's face, but instead flicks his wrist ever so slightly; snapping Deans neck in an instant.
Sam screams out, tears flow from his eyes as he stares at his brothers dead body, unable to hold in his pain as his world comes crashing down around him.
The ghost lifts out his hand to Sam, in the same fashion that he had to Dean, but before he has the chance to take Sam's life as well, the ghost screams out in pain as his body becomes engulfed in flames.
Castiel sits on his knees, mud on his face and clothes as he holds his hand over the fire, the hand that previously held the lighter Dean had given him.
He remembers the smile he had worn, "You wanna kill the dick? Go ahead" he had said, his hand holding out his lighter. Castiel's fingers had brushed over the hunters as he gratefully took it, he remembers the warm feeling that was sent throughout his body, a feeling of hope, bravery and lust.
Once the power of the ghost is released Sam falls forward and onto his hands and knees, his body trembling as he lets out a long line of sobs and tears.
Castiel slowly walks over to Dean's body. His head is turned to the side but it doesn't look like it's broken, he looks peaceful, like he's sleeping.
When Castiel falls to his knees at Dean side, he whispers softly, "I'm sorry I couldn't save you too" before his voice cuts off and his throat grows tight.
a single tear slides down his face as his hands begin to light up.
i decided to post two chapters, because i'm impatient and these two chapters just have to be read together.
i think there should only be maybe one or two chapters left after this, depending on weather i make it a longer chapter or separate them.
anyway, hope your enjoying! xx
