Hi there everyone!
I'm just a fan of this awesome show and even if English isn't my mother tongue i wanted to share my story...So sorry if some expressions or grammatical constructs aren't right...Feel free to tell if so...
This story doesn't include some of the last seasons...Let's just say Sam has never say Yes to Lucifer and the War happened. So no Jack, no Mary, no God-Chuck...Really, i began to write this story back in 2011 so yeah...
Well, i hope you'll enjoy this story as much as i did by writing it. It'll be a Destiel much later...
Thanks! And i wish you all the best...
Lululadivine.
He never had faith.
Never.
Not Castiel's in any case, nor his mother's. He didn't have faith in God. Nor did he has his father's faith who had only ever seen through revenge prism. Or even that of Sam which was one day to find a normal life again. He wasn't even sharing the others hunters'one who only believed in themselves.
He had ever only known one and only faith. He was believing in his family. He was believing in his brother. He was believing in Bobby. He was believing in Castiel, who had integrated since a while the very closed circle of people to whom he'd entrust his life. Maybe even Sam's.
But his faith was dead. Like everything else.
"It's over..." He whispered in a painfully faint voice.
Actually, no one had faith anymore. Whatever it was. The world was blood and fire. Lucifer had won. "Yes, we have lost..." Calmly Castiel replied, vainly compressing the wound to stop the bleeding. "But everything can still change…"
"What's ya tl'king bout? " He murmured and his voice sounded so weak.
"You do not have to lose Dean " Castiel said and Dean could have sworn he was shining.
"Whassyousayin'…?"
"You will have to change everything...I know you can do it.…"
"Cass... ", Dean only whispered before fading into the darkness.