Dean had broke the news to his family. Sam said yes, and under the pressure of it all, Dean did too. Maybe they were idiots, for finally bringing doomsday on the world. But maybe, they deserve to rest in peace. One more final battle before biting the dust forever. It didn't matter anymore, the apocalypse was inevitable anyways. This is just getting it over with, as Dean saw it. Both Sam and Dean have saved the world as best as they could. Maybe they were better at destroying it.
Melinda fell asleep on Castiel. Bobby slept on a seperate bed. Only Dean and Cas were conscious. Castiel looked down at Melinda the whole time as she lay peacefully in his lap. Dean sat on a chair, halfway across the room. It was silence, for hours. It was probably around 8'oclock in the morning, and Dean hadn't slept in days.
He looked at Castiel, then let out a pissed off breath. He got up then walked over to him, dragging his chair with him. Dean sat down again, looing at Cas.
"You take good care of her. I wanted to thank you for that." Dean whispered, watching Melinda. Castiel looked up. His face was confused. "Why?" He grumbled silently. Not why did he thank him, but why did he look after her. It was blashemy for angels. He already got punished for it.
Dean smirked. "Because you love her."
Castiel looked away, not quite believing it. "You may not know it, but you do. Everyone can see it." Dean finished. Castiel said nothing.
Dean licked his lips, smiling down at Melinda as she slept. "You know, I was about 10 when I met Mel, Sammy was about 5 or 6. Dad brought her home, told us we had a new sister, which pissed me off because, number 1, girls were gross back then," Dean joked as he pointed out of his finger. "And 2, what was dad doing sleeping around anyways?"
Castiel looked back at Dean, interested in his story. "Anyways, Sammy loved her from the start. But me, I think I hated her for years, or, at least I thought I did." Dean looked off aimlessly to the back wall of the panic room. "But, somehow, I think I grew up, and the little runt wore off on me, and slowly, she became my sister. Saved her ass a millions times, and just like that, she became my responsiblity, just like Sam was." Dean nodded slightly. "I started to love her."
Silence again. Dean lowered his head. "I love her so much, Cas, that's why I'd rather die than leave her behind again." He words were pained as he whispered even softer. Castiel continued to watch Dean. "I messed up, now because of me, Mel's gonna die, same with Bobby." He motioned to the man sleeping on the cot. Castiel turned his head and looked at Bobby for a moment before turning back around. Dean felt like crying again.
Castiel slowly began to get up, gently hanging on to Melinda's head, then setting it down, careful not to wake her. She stirred a little, but other than than, remained sedated. She turned over in her sleep, whch caused her eyes to open. Melinda regained consciousness, but pretended to be asleep as soon as she realized Cas and Dean were talking. Castiel moved over to Dean, standing with his hands behind his back.
"How long before Michael takes over?" Castiel asked Dean as he stared at the iron wall. Dean sighed. "'Til noon today."
Melinda overheard, her breathing became rapid.
Castiel shook his head with shame. "I requested I saw my family before I became his bitch." Dean spoke.
Dean got off the chair, looked up at Castiel then walked to him, facing him directly. He looked deep in Castiel's eyes.
"Promise me something." Dean began.
"I'm listening." Castiel replied.
Dean didn't want to say this, but he knew he had to. He knew Cas was the only one who could keep Melinda safe.
"When I'm gone, you'll look after her, right?" Dean asked to be certain.
"As best as I can." Castiel said honestly.
"Your going to have to do better than your best." Dean's eyes went watery again. "And if you can't, I want you to kill her. Bobby too if you have to." A tear fell from Dean's eye. This was the most painful thing he ever had to say. Giving someoen permission to murder his family, for the greater good.
"Put them out of their misery so no one else can." Dean looked away.
Castiel stared at him with understanding. "I don't care fi they don't want you to, just do it. Being dead is better than being stuck here!" Dean raised his voice a little. He tried to hush his crying, but it was too much. He sat back down and rested his head in his hands. Castiel looked down at him emotionlessly.
Melinda overheard everything. She wasn't angry, she wasn't sad. If anything, she understood where Dean was coming from. In the end, Melinda promised herself if it comes down to it, she won't be any trouble. Being put out of her misery seems like paradise now.
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