Title: and down we all plummet
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: future!fic
Pairings: implied Dean/Castiel
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 165
Point of view: third
Prompt: Castiel (& Dean), Castiel's wings are the last thing to go.
Castiel falls from grace on a human Thursday. He would note the irony, but he is too busy screaming.
First to go is the intimate knowledge of his siblings' presence; he will never feel them again.
Second, he loses all of his Heavenly-given abilities. He is no more than a spirit, plummeting from On High.
Third, Castiel is banished from Jimmy Novak's body as it burns. Jimmy has long been gone, since Raphael ripped them apart, but the body now returns to be dust on the earth.
Fourth, and finally, Castiel's wings are torn from him, leaving not even bloody stumps.
Be born a human, Heaven's voice thunders, the last piece of his old life he'll ever hear. Be born a human and forget. But know this, Castiel—your grace is gone. Unlike Anachel, you cannot return.
His last thought as an angel, before the knowledge and personality eons in the making is ripped from him and cast into the cosmos, is simply, Dean.