Summary: The end of heaven told in Cas and Dean's point of view. No incest just friendship. Poem is not mine. Spoiler S8 xE23
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Part 2
It had been six months since heaven fell and chaos had ensued. People were being approached by strangers saying they were their guardian angels. Sam was convinced that angels were approaching their chosen vessels hoping they could somehow return to heaven. Many angels were shot or arrested after trying to kill their vessels. Some vessels were being kidnapped only to be returned a few days later with bruises and cuts all over. They were on the case of a fifteen year old girl who had been forcefully removed from her classroom. The angels were starting to become sloppy. Initially, they were only approaching their vessels secretly but now they were out in the open. Each passing month meant they were terrified they would never get back to heaven.
Dean was walking through the girl's bedroom. There were butterflies on the walls, angelic paperweights in the window and photographs of eagles in their frames. Dean may have physically been on this case but his mind was elsewhere. Six months had passed and not one phone call from his angelic friend… friend now. He hoped Cas didn't fall like the others in a ball of fire. There was one who had fallen near the church they stood next to all those nights ago. All that remained was a charred skeleton.
Sam popped his head into the room. "You ready to go?" Dean quickly turned and nodded. "Give me a minute, okay?" Sam gave a sad smile and left his brother alone for another few minutes. Dean sighed heavily and dropped his shoulders ready to leave. His eyes scanned the room once more just in case. On the wall by the bathroom was a framed poem. Glancing at the door he slipped it in his pocket and followed his brother to the car.
Back at the bat cave, he gave a grunt and headed for his bed room. Kevin looked up from his mountain of books. He was still trying to decipher all the red flashing lights on their interactive map. "Is he okay?" Sam shook his head and sighed. Kevin looked back when he heard the door bang. "Let me worry about him," Sam gave a worried smile. "You keep searching for Cas, okay?"
Dean rested his ear by the door and waited for a chair to screech and a heavy man to sit. He then kicked off his shoes to a corner and undid the top two buttons of his shirt. He then loosened his work tie and pulled it over his head. Sitting on the bed, he carefully took out the stolen item from his inside pocket. He rubbed his thumbs over its black frame and gently placed it on his bedside locker. His eyes began to water as he reread the words. "Dammit Cas, where are you?" he looked up to the empty sky and closed his eyes.
If you believe in angels
You would know they're all around
They're here but they're invisible
And rarely make a sound
We all have guardian angels
Who listen when we call
They give us strength when times are hard
And catch us when we fall.
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