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1 minute and 32 seconds left of his life. It was almost time, almost time to go and see him again. Dean could almost taste the metallic bullet which would end it all, end all the pain. he was itching to pick up the gun and place it against his head. But he didn't, it wasn't time yet. And he would wait, he had waited this long another minute he could survive. One more minute until he saw him again, was with him again.
Dean took a deep breath and closed his eyes to calm his racing heart. He needed to wait. It was what he had decided after all, to go at the same time as he had left the world just a year later. It had a strange sort of poetry to it to Dean. So he. Could. Wait.
With that he turned his mind back to the time, that amazing time when it all became clear to him, and his path shone before his eyes.
11 months after the disappearance of Castiel Novak...
He had been back home for four months, the work on the house had come on well. The roof no longer leaked and the damp had been removed from inside. He was busy prying off the worst of the window frames when his phone had rung. Pulling out of his pocket he saw that Sam was calling, which was not so unheard of, his brother usually rang at least one a week, just to make sure Dean was doing fine. And he was, he was even starting to feel some happiness back in his life. He was rebuilding their home. He was making a home for him and Sam. That was good, it was good. And so he didn't think much of the call and answered it without thought.
"Hey Sammy. What's up?" He asked smiling down the line for his brother.
"Hey Dean. Um, look, I've something to tell you. I well, um, the thing is, Jess and I have decided to move in together." Sam rushed to say, hoping that his brother would be okay with this. He was so happy with Jess, but he wanted Dean to be happy too, though he did seem to be doing better now.
At those words Deans world stopped turning. His brother was moving in with the woman he loved. He had moved on. He didn't need a home with Dean, he was making one with Jess.
"Dean, Dean, you still there?" Sam asked anxiously when all he got was silence from Dean, worrying him.
"Yeah sorry. That's great news Sam. I pleased for you both." Dean replied absently, his mind still turning over his thoughts.
At that Sam started going into details about apartments that Dean didn't hear, all he heard was the blood rushing round his body. Sam had moved on. And he had left him. He had nothing and no one left. He didn't even notice when his brother hung up or when he let his phone drop to the floor, no he was staring into space as it all became clear in his mind. No one needed the home he was building, but it could help Sam and Jess set up their own home. He could fix it for them, and then he could leave. He could follow him as he always had. It made so much sense to Dean. Follow his love as Sam was with Jess. Yes follow him to wherever he had gone. Follow him to the path for heaven or hell or the nothing in-between. Follow him and find him and tell him he had loved him for always. Yes, that is what he would do.
At that Dean walked away from the window and opened his car, pulling out the gun he kept there and looked at it. It called to him, promising him sweet oblivion, but then he looked up at the house. If he was going to help Sammy before he went he needed to finish the house, his brother and Jess could sell it then. Yes, that's what he would do. He looked at his watch to see the time and the date caught his eye. Doing quick calculations he reasoned he could finish the house in time. He could go and join him at the exact time he had received that call from Gabriel. The exact second that he knew he had left the earth. Yes. Yes. With that Dean carefully put the gun in his tool belt and went back to the window frame he was working on. He had his plan now, he had to work fast to get it all done.
Opening his eyes Dean looked again at his watch, 1 minute exactly. With that he sat up slowly and picked up the gun next to him caressing it as if it was his lover, soon my love, soon I will see you again.