*I didn't intend on this chapter actually being the way it was, but I had final exams and had to study… before I move on to something else I might actually rewrite this whole thing, and come up with something completely different. I might…*
Sam opened his eyes, to find himself standing in front of the church still clutching the knife, he saw all the guests walking into the church, and he walked behind them unnoticed, people walked through him as if he were not even there. He watched the entire wedding from start to finish, as if on fast forward and when the time came for Cas to get up and wish Dean and his wife well and walk solemnly out of the church. Sam followed him only to find out that he could not step outside of the church doors, like some invisible barrier blocked his path.
Sam tried to pick up a nearby flower vase and throw it but he found that instead of being able to grip it his hands just went straight through it. Defeated he returned to the sanctuary, only to find it empty and desolate of anything but some ragged pews, balled up programs and missed flower petals.
Sam sat down in the a pew near the front of the church, put the knife down beside him and buried his hands in his hair.
"What am I suppose to do?" he whispered half asking himself, half asking Castiel. "You sent me back with no directions here Cas, just a knife and a try again." He looked up at the statue of Jesus hanging on the cross, "I'm confused here, how is this supposed to help?"
"I thought it would be apparent." Sam turned around to see Castiel walking up the aisle then placing himself beside Sam on the pew. "You're supposed to kill him."
"Yea, I get that part what I don't get is how?" Sam stated putting his full attention on the angel.
"You have to catch him—" he stopped and narrowed his eyes as if he wondering if that was the right choice of word or not then he continued, "You have to catch me, at my weakest moment."
" You?"
"I know that you are most likely wondering how is it that there became more than one of the same vessel and why he devolved into something completely different." Castiel brought his almost pain filled eyes down from the statue of Jesus to meet with Sam's questioning one as he began to explain how he and his emotions had become separated in the first place. He explained that the other angels believed he was becoming too attached to Dean and Sam, and that he perhaps he needed to get rid of his feelings altogether.
"How do you go about doing that?" Sam asked curiously.
"Well it's as simple as breathing, but as painful as this." Castiel stuck his hand in Sam's stomach only up to his thumb then pulled it out, leaving Sam out of breath and slightly red in the face.
"And after they take it out of you, then what?" Sam put a hand to his stomach expecting to feel a hole there.
"They create a duplicate vessel of the one you are currently using and place the emotions inside of it."
"So Cas was just running of emotions and nothing else, your emotions, right?" Sam reached beside him and picked up his knife.
"Yes." Castiel noticed Sam's movement and stood up. "I do believe that you have work to attend to."
"Not yet," Sam stood up as well, "so the thing about you being in love with my brother…was that…"
Castiel turned away his eyes and walked back towards the doors of the church.
Sam followed still questioning the now silent angel, "It was true wasn't it?" he smiled a little before the angel turned around with a pissed look upon his face, "What of it Sam? It won't matter unless you stop this in time, because he'll be dead."
"And if I do stop it then what? You'll get your emotions back and go back to being depressed, murderous Castiel? If I fixed this and Dean comes back to life, he and his wife will still be about me? Do you feel the same about me?"
The angel gave him look, then told him plainly, "Just get the job done."
Castiel put his fingers to Sam's head and Sam found that he was standing in front of the hotel room that Cas come to him in, he could hear himself inside talking to Cas but couldn't make out the words.
He waited outside for some time, then the light just outside his door began to flicker and he smiled knowing full well what was taking place behind the door. Still remembering his task, he pulled out the knife and stood ready at the door for the moment when the all the lights outside would explode before he barged in on himself and Cas.
'One shot, thing here Sam' he said to himself then the lights blew and he quickly picked the lock on the door and walked softly toward the broken down bed where he and Cas lie.
He held the knife over Cas, and brought it down swiftly and the duplicate angel looked at him with a smile on his face as one single solitary tear tread down he cheek. Cas ruptured in a blinding white light and Sam saw himself get up in alarm just as the light faded away, then he turned to himself and said, "It had to be done."
Then Sam disappeared and then reappeared back at the yard where Dean and Cas' fought to find that Castiel duplicated body wasn't there, but his brother's was.
Sam threw down the knife and rushed to his brother's headless body,
"I thought you said this would work, I thought my brother was going to be alive Cas!" he screamed at the empty yard.
"I never said it would work, I just hoped it would. I'm sorry Sam." Castiel said placing Dean's head beside the body.
Sam tears swell up in his eyes as he dropped the body and threw wild punches at Castiel, "It shoud've worked you bastard, I blame you for this you stupid son of a bitch! If it weren't for you my brother would be here, he would be alive!"
Castiel blocked the punches best he could as he waited for Sam to exhaust himself, finally Sam threw one last swing and ended up with his arms around Castiel, sobbing madly into his shoulders.
"If you just let me help you, then everything will be all right." The angel said stroking Sam's hair as he continued to cry into his shoulders, "Just let me help you Sam."
He gently pulled Sam back off his shoulder and wiped away the steady coming tears, "Cas, I just can't do it, I can't do this any longer, I won't be able to live without my brother."
"Let me help you, tell me what I need to do?" looking intensely into Sam's tear laden eyes.
Sam put his hand to Castiel's face, "There's nothing left for anyone to do now." Sam backed away slowly from Cas and picked up the gun on the ground that Dean had dropped, he placed it under his chin.
Castiel put his hand on the hand that was holding the gun, but Sam slapped it away
"Tell me how can I ease the pain?" Sam said moving the gun from his chin to the side of his head.
"Like this." Said Castiel as he turned the gun in Sam's hand to ash that fell up on the ground, then grabbing that same hand, he put his other one on Sam's face and kissed Sam until his tears dried, he kissed Sam until the sadness in his eyes disappeared, he kissed Sam until he could no longer feel the pain coming from his heart.
S/N: I got kinda bored writing this story… I had actually planned for it to be longer but ADD prevents me from having no such luck…oh well…. Maybe I'll try again some other time.
P.S. thank you for actually reading this story