Sorry about the super short chapter! But it was necessary to have this short little piece so I hope you enjoy it anyway. ^^
~Fluffy
PART 10
Dean wasn't exactly sure what stage of the disease Castiel was in; he said two nights ago that he had three days which meant he was most likely on his third day. Which also meant it was his last day and he looked it. His skin had gotten gaunt and his wings were practically gone, with just a few feathers clinging on at his back. His eyes barely managed to stay open when he spoke and his voice had gotten to where he could barely speak above a whisper. He could no longer move but luckily angels didn't need to do anything humans did.
Dean spent most of his time with Castiel, keeping him company and asking him questions about angels and about God. He had gotten to where he didn't sleep again but one night Sam made him leave Castiel and swore he'd watch over him. Dean had slept but not very easy, wondering if Castiel would still be there when he awoke and luckily he was. Sam however had acted different and Dean sat down close to Castiel and leaned closer to him.
"What's up with Sam?" asked Dean.
"He asked me many questions about God," answered Castiel. "He seemed to contemplate my answers and when I was finished he asked nothing else."
"Sam doesn't believe the way I do."
"I know and I understand why, all must come to belief on their own, it cannot be forced on them."
"Do you know how things are, you know, up there?"
Castiel looked up to the ceiling and then back at Dean.
"Same as when I left, many deaths, more angels are dead than alive and only few of us have not been infected yet and those are the ones who were not in Heaven and who have stayed on Earth."
"No one stupid enough to sacrifice themselves yet?"
"I am afraid not."
Dean just nodded; he could understand why all of them would be afraid of a fate worse than death.
"Cas," Dean said, looking up to meet Castiel's eyes. "How are we supposed to win this war on our own?"
"Do you honestly want me to answer?" Castiel replied. Dean really didn't but he had to know what Castiel thought and so he nodded. "I am unsure if it will be possible, with the angels there was a chance. Without the aid of Heaven…it does not look good."
"Cheery, any suggestions?"
"Don't die, I cannot save you this time if you do."
"Any strategy suggestions?"
"You should attempt to gather other hunters, working in groups will help you during extended battles and for support."
"Hunters don't generally work together, Cas."
"To save earth, Dean, they will have to."
Dean could tell the effort to speak was becoming more difficult for Castiel but the angel was too proud to admit it.
"Cas, I have to know," said Dean. "How much longer do you have?"
"Castiel sighed deeply and looked at Dean with the saddest look he'd ever seen on the angel's face.
"I highly doubt I will have another night," Castiel answered.
And you're sure there's nothing we can do for you?"
"What you have already done is more than enough."
Dean just nodded even though he felt like he could have done something, anything, but just couldn't quite grasp it. He stood up and squeezed Castiel's shoulder softly before turning around to go look at the page from The Tome again. As he did he swore he saw someone watching him from the hallway but when he looked there was no one. Dean chalked it up to his very sleep deprived brain and walked into his room, unaware that the person watching had been Sam.