Okay so I want to start this week with a little shout out and thank you guys for commenting and subscribing, you've inspired me so much :)! Oh and sorry about not updating (Finals are hell). Now, enough of my rambles, on with the show.

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Alfie sits in front of his desk, starring at himself in the mirror, his golden eyes reflecting back at him. Alfie looks down out the nearby window and sees his parents drive up to the house.

In a sick irony, Beautiful Boyz starts playing on the radio. As his parents opened the front door Alfie saunters down the stairs with a duffle bag slung over his shoulder. His father looks up at Alfie in confusion.

'Are you going somewhere Alfie,' his mother asks quietly.

'I'm gay,' Alfie says calmly and bluntly.

Alfie's mother grabs her chest, like she's having a heart attack, his father stands still unmoving.

'You were right to pack your stuff,' Alfie's father says in disgust.

'So your kicking me out?'

'No...'

Alfie's father walks up to him and takes Alfie by the wings.

'Dad!' Alfie cries out.

'Your wings are so clean... So pure... You don't resemble them at all... You don't deserve them.' His father whispers as he breaks both of them.

Alfie's back contorts in an unnatural form, and his throat lets out a wretched cry.

'Now leave abomination,' his father screams.

'But dad?!' Alfie looks between his father and his mother.

'Goddamit Alfie LEAVE!' His mother screams.

Alfie grabs his things and runs out the front door, ignoring the pain.

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Meg downs an entire bottle of scotch before looking Castiel in the eyes.

'Okay Clarence, this my sting a little,' Meg takes the bottle of scotch and looks Castiel in the eyes, 'are you ready?'

Castiel nods and Meg brings down the bottle of scotch before she's interrupted.

'What the fuck are you doing?!'

Castiel looks up to see Alfie banging on the window. He rushes up from the chair and opens the door.

'Alfie, what are you-'

Castiel opens the door and sees Alfie's mangled wings.

'Oh shit...' Meg whispers to herself 'I need another drink.'

Alfie falls into Castiel's arms, Castiel drags him into the living room.

'No, no, no!' Castiel screams as he presses his hands on Alfie's face, 'who did this to you?!'

Alfie looks up at Castiel and smiles, 'Can we talk about happy things?'

'Happy?! How the fu-' Castiel starts to rant but Meg clears her throat.

'Shouldn't you be healing him or something?' Meg interjects.

Castiel snaps out of his blind rage and looks back down at Alfie's mangled wings.

Gingerly Castiel places his hands on Alfie's wings but they won't heal.

'Why isn't this working?!'

'Oh shit...' Meg whispers.

'What is it?!'

'Clarence, this house is warded...'

'So?'

'Grace, magic or anything supernatural won't work here...'

'What is that supposed to mean?!'

Alfie coughs up blood, then turns to Castiel, 'It means I'm going to die.'

Castiel shakes his head.

'You can't die,' Castiel screams.

Alfie gives Castiel a weak smile.

'It doesn't look like I have a choice... And besides, I'll look foreword to the extra rest.'

Alfie coughs up blood and starts to convulse before his eyes glaze over.

For the next four hours Castiel stayed slumped over the body of the dead pure-blood. No movement... No sound... No voices inside or out.

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Castiel exited the den of whores and screamed his lover's name, the angel Winchester watched his beloved quietly... And this would be the king of kings. He would rise up from the phoenix's ashes and burn bright like the sun. So when you lay your head on your pillow knowing he watches all of us...

In Winchester's Name,

We pray,

Amen.

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Don't Worry I'll update again this week. Sorry it's so short! I swear I'll get back on track soon