"Dean what are you talking about?" Cas asked.
Dean looked at him with tears in his eyes, "Cas, I love you, but you're going to have to shoot me. Please Cas," Dean begged.
"What? No! I'm not shooting you," Cas said.
He wiped away a tear. "Cas, I already tore the heart out of one person. I ate it. I don't want to do it again," he said.
Cas creased his brow, "What?" he asked.
"Cas, I'm a werewolf. The show is real. Everything is real," Dean said.
Cas couldn't help but asking what again. "Dean, that's crazy. Werewolves, demons, vampires, and ghosts are not real," Cas said.
Dean got up quickly and snatched the gun from Cas. He held it to his chest.
"Dean, no," Cas yelled as he lunged at him. He grabbed the gun and fired it into the ceiling.
Dean practically threw Cas across the room. Cas groaned in pain. "Dean," he mumbled. "Don't so this," he said.
Dean glared at him, "Do what Cas? Kill myself? If I do I am saving a bunch of other people," he yelled.
Cas managed to pick himself up. "You won't be saving me," he said.
Dean looked at the gun that was in Cas' hand. He held his head in his hands. "Cas, I don't want to kill anyone. I'm putting you in danger. I don't want to," he said quietly.
"Dean," that's all Cas could manage.
"You have to," Dean begged.
"I'm not losing you," Cas said with a tear falling down his cheek.
Dean held out his hand and walked closer to Cas. "Cas, give me the gun," he demanded.
Cas shook his head. "No," he said.
"Cas, give me the fucking gun," Dean yelled.
Cas looked at it. He shook his head again.
Dean let out a low growl. "I don't want to hurt you," Dean said taking deep breaths.
Outside the sun has fallen and the moon slowly emerged.
"Give it to me now," Dean said.
Cas shook his head again. Dean clenched his fist.
A snarl erupted from his throat. "Cas, don't be an idiot," he said.
"You're the one being an idiot. There has to be a way to save you," He yelled.
Dean ran towards him. He grabbed the gun out of his hands and held it to his own heart.
"I love you," he said as he pulled the trigger.