As per usual Supernatural is regrettably not mine (or real)
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Willow didn't know what to do as Castiel dropped to the floor, trying to breathe through the tears which were pouring down her cheeks, she fell with him, putting pressure on the wound which was pouring blood out of his chest, making her heart sink.
"Castiel, Cassie, hey. Hey!" Willow was yelling, cradling Castiels head in her lap softly smacking his face, trying to keep his eyes open. "Cas. Castiel! Please, don't leave me I've just gotten back baby. You did so good saving me baby," Willow whimpered through the tears as Castiel placed a hand on her cheek a smile for a second sliding onto his lips, before the smile slipped into more of a grimace as he began talking, his voice weak slipping through his grit teeth.
"Will, it's not your fault, I love you."
"It'll be okay," she cried, rocking with his head on her lap, "we'll be okay, I love you so much. It's going to be okay."
"It's not your fault," Castiel whispered, "I love you."
Before the breath left his body and a white light burst from him, leaving Castiels body behind, his wings splayed out behind him making Willow let out a tortured scream. Sam, Dean and Bobby stood in the same spots as if they were stuck, their eyes glued on Castiels dead body and Willows sobbing frame who was draped across him as she rocked him.
Dean somehow managed to come to his senses and dropped to his knees beside her, trying to softly prise her off Castiels body, sending a quiet prayer to Balthazar on the vain hope that he'd hear it. Willow chucked her head back and swung around, flinging her fist back and making it connect with a powerful crunch making Dean fly backwards.
"Will," Sam tried, standing opposite her, sparing a small glance at Castiels body but snapping his head up, trying to keep his voice calm for her.
"No," her voice was so quiet that at first no one thought it was her who was saying it, "I can't lose him. Please make him come back."
"Please," Dean tenderly tugged back on her shoulder as he whispered to her, coaxing her back, "Just come over here. Come 'ere Will."
Willow looked at Dean for a few seconds, her hands still around Castiels body, her eyes searching Deans for something and Dean felt taken back – he'd never seen her like this. Her eyes were filled with tears which were freely falling down her cheeks, her hair dampened down which made her look small and hurt.
Her eyes flew over his shoulder and instead of what Dean was waiting for – which was her flinging into his arms and sobbing – instead she began screaming something illegible and flinging inanimate objects into the corner. But no one could see what she was doing, except her.

Willow almost flung herself into Deans arms, her Castiel had gone and the pain was ripping her in two, she was on the edge of doing it – of letting him comfort her, when she saw herself. She knew it was the Possessed version of herself as soon as Gracey opened her mouth and began talking. "Ha!" she laughed, "I killed Castiel. Castiel is dead and I still have my Lucifer who is alive and well. Does that bother you, you killed him with your own hands."
Which was when Willow forgot about everything else, except that she could ignore the pain with anger, which make everything go black until she felt two very strong hands around her waist, followed by another pair when she didn't stop thrashing about.
"Willow," she vaguely heard Bobby yell at her, fear laced in his voice as she stopped screaming, so suddenly that they all thought she passed out.
"I'll kill you," she glared at Gracey, "you will die. I'll make sure it happens."
"Willow, who are you talking to?" she could hear one of them ask but she couldn't help but to ignore it while she carried on scowling openly, words only just managing to escape her purse lips, afraid she'd start screaming again.
"It's Gracey."
"Gracey? Will you're making no sense," she knew it was Sam who was talking now from the sympathy etched in her words.
"Lucifers grace. She killed Castiel. It's inside me," she slumped, looking up at Sam with tears slipping down her face, "do you hate me? I killed my angel."

DUN DUN DUN
Nearing the end, sadly. One or two more chapters?
However I was thinking of writing another with a whole new load of pazzaz. Anyone read it? ^_^