Dean picked the lock and slipped inside the apartment. The sounds of classical music filled his ears and he smiled a sad smile. The music just fit Cas. He entered the kitchen to find Cas washing dishes. Dean pulled out the gun he had gotten from Sam and cocked it. Cas stopped, turned off the water, and turned around. He had a gun of his own, his hands wet and slippery on the slick metal.
"Hello, Dean." Cas said casually, as if it was normal to make small talk with your killer. Small talk. Dean snorted at himself in his mind.
"Why Cas? Why did you go rogue?" Dean tried to say steadily but sounded more like a plea. Cas looked hurt at Dean's accusation.
"I disobeyed because they split us apart! We were a good team, Dean. And that day in the park tore me apart in ways I thought I couldn't feel since my sister was killed!" Cas explained. "It was like someone close to me died again." Cas was shaking and he was lowering the gun. Dean stepped closer.
"And you think you were the only one torn about what happened that day in the park? Look, I'm sorry about your sister, you know I am," Dean stepped closer, "But that doesn't mean you had to go rogue." At this Castiel looked confused.
"What do you mean went rogue? I was kicked out of the organization because I was trying to be your partner again." Castiel replied. Now it was Dean's turn to be confused but he could not stray from his mission, he had a plan to follow.
"I'm sorry Cas but I have to do this." Dean moved forward and took Cas's gun away. Cas didn't try to escape. Cas was gripping Dean's biceps gently, his wet hands leaving stains on Dean's suit. Dean wrapped an arm around Cas's waist and pulled him close. He rested their foreheads together and took the sight of Cas in. He had gotten a bit of peach fuzz and he looked older than last time. Dean brought the gun muzzle to Cas's heart, hovering an inch away from his sternum.
"Sorry man." Dean whispered. Then Cas chuckled.
"You know, you said the same thing to our first guy. 'Sorry man' Is that your thing?" Cas asked. Dean chuckled at the question.
"Yeah but I have something different for you." Dean said. He leaned forward and brought their lips together. Dean wrapped his arm around Cas tighter, still keeping the gun in place. A minute later they pulled apart panting. Dean pecked Cas's lips and repositioned the gun.
"I love you." Dean said as he pecked Cas's lips again. He pulled the trigger. Cas's eyes widened for a second then they fluttered closed. Dean pulled him closer and kissed his hair.
"I really truly do." Dean whispered and carefully laid Cas down on the floor. He reached inside of his suit pocket and pulled out a white card. He kissed it and placed it on Cas's chest. It read 'I'm sorry'.
When the police showed up they found traces of a John Doe's DNA all over the victims clothes and mouth. Even the card on the victim. Then Cas was hauled off to the morgue.
This story is actually 5 chapters long. So I guess there is only one left after this. It's going to be a very cheesy ending, can't wait to post it. Later darlings. Review, you know I love it!