Alright, guys. It's been a long November. It's been hard, but I'm personally pretty proud of myself for getting 30 stories in, promptly (not really, but before midnight, so yes.) and stuff. I have written THIRTY STORIES for Destiel and I'm just a new shipper, myself! I was a Naruto fan for over 7 years and i don't think I ever wrote 30 stories. For God's sake! Anyway, it's been long, and hard, but I'm glad some of you stuck through it. THANK YOU TO MY REVIEWERS. Some of you have been dedicated enough to write something each chapter, and I am forever thankful for that! Others have written every once in a while, and don't get me wrong, I love you just as much! I'd rather not have as many lurkers as I obviously have, but thanks anyway, for reading and appreciating (hopefully, I mean, who knows?) my writing!

Look out for me! I'm DEFINITELY not done with this couple OR this category.

November 30th
Prompt- Goodbye

Goodbye

The tears were catching. They were building up behind his eyes like you wouldn't believe; they were tearing down his walls and eating him inside-out. Dean scratched absently at his nose, trying to wish away the water pushing at his green eyes.

Castiel stood before him, bag in hand, nodding in a way he'd prayed he'd never see.

"Cas! Stop! I told you! I told you this would happen and you said-" He choked, curling a hand over his mouth casually to cover his break, "-you said." He repeated, calmer, steadier, focusing on breathing. In. Out. In. Out. "You said that you'd stay! You said you wouldn't be like the others!"

"I know, Dean."

The tears were out when those three words dripped from Castiel's frowning mouth, like fucking poison. They entrapped Dean, playing over and over on a tape like a fucking echo that fucking crushed his very soul. The words dipped and laughing and pointed. They screamed and they hollered because Dean could not keep anyone. He drove everyone away. His mother, Bobby, Ellen, his father, Sammy. Even fucking Castiel! The dick he'd believed. The asshole who had lied through his shining teeth. The complete bastard who'd said "I love you, I love you!" Like a prayer. Like a fucking prayer. Who'd wrapped him up tight, and stolen his heart when he wasn't looking.

"Then why are you doing this!?" Dean was screaming, he knew. He was loosing it. He was causing a scene in a fucking airport like some lunatic. "Why are you leaving me!?"

"I'm sorry, Dean."

"You're not!" Dean shouted, pointing his finger in Castiel's fucking face. "You're not sorry! Don't lie and bullshit me when all you're gonna do is leave!"

"I really am, Dean. I'm sorry."

Dean looked at him, his blue eyes glistening with unshed tears. Tears built up in much the same way he'd held them in. Tears that would fall as soon as he could fall into the airplane, catch his breath and push back the memories.

"I wish it didn't have to be this way. I really do." He whispered desperately, taking a step toward Dean.

Dean stepped back to match the pace, "don't, Cas. Don't you fucking dare! Don't touch me! Don't act like you love me when your actions betray your bullshit lies!" He sneered, but the tears slipping down his cheeks stole the intimidating attitude he'd tried for. They wiped the slate and forced him into a position he'd hoped never to visit.

"I do love you, though! Dean, I love you with all my heart!" Castiel shouted back, dropping his bags and finally coming to stand before Dean. "Don't you fucking put me in this place, Dean! I love you, I love you so much. I don't want to do this, but I have to. It's what we need to do. We can't just keep up this joke. It's not- you're not-"

Dean's heart dropped into his stomach, burning heat surged through him at the words. "If you love me, then why are you letting me go?"

"Because you're letting me go."

Dean's heart stopped, the beating rhythm falling silent in the dark room. Castiel gazed at him in wonder, hoping maybe... Maybe this would be the moment. Dean could come to his senses- This could all just end.

"Cas, I... I can't. It's not- I'm not-"

"No, Dean, you're not. That's exactly right. You're a fucking coward." Castiel hissed, picking his backs back up and turning away. "Goodbye, Dean."

Dean watched him go, his face falling in on itself as he drowned in the sorrow Castiel had burned into him. The dick was right. He was a coward, and a fucking idiot. It was all his fault. If he only could have admitted he-

No.

It was over.

And that's how it was all supposed to end, right?

Right.

As he watched the plane take off into that deep, dark sky, he wondered where Castiel would end up. Maybe in some happy neighborhood with some nice man. Maybe they'd get married, talk about scientific things, Cas had always enjoyed that kind of stuff.

Hopefully he would be happier. Dean could never give him the happiness he needed, the happiness he deserved.

With that final thought, Dean turned and traced his steps back out into the lonely parking lot, sliding his keys out and driving home in silence.

I'm the biggest asshole. I know it. But, I needed to post this. I NEEDED TO DO IT. I'm so sorry. Maybe I'll make this into a bigger story, yeah? I don't know. But, thanks again! Happy holidays!