Stay With Me Chapter 6: What I Would Give, a supernatural fanfic

Castiel's POV: The Next Day

Even though Zachariah had proceded to heal him after breaking all of his bones, his joints still ached.

His arms were tied above his head, his feet shackled to the floor, and they even put a gag in his mouth. He was miserable, and he didn't know how long he would be able to stay strong. He knew that no one was coming for him, they couldn't get to him. Michael would make sure of that.

He hung his head, the depression consuming him. The door was suddenly slammed open, Michael and Zachariah both entering.

"Glad you decided to stay!" Zachariah said, as sarcastic as an angel can be.

"Like I had much choice. You have prevented me from flying anywhere," he spat back, the gag making it muffled.

"My, my. Still full of fire, are we?" Zachariah smiled wickedly.

The rest of the day was spent screaming, panting, and cursing.

Dean's POV (Time Relapse, This Morning)

The first thing he did was drive to Bobby's. He couldn't think of anything else to do. He needed answers and information. Bobby had the largest collection he could think of.

It was already 5 AM the next morning when he knocked on Bobby's door.

The door slowly creaked open, "What are you idjits doing here?"

"We need help Bobby," Dean answered.

"Alright," he sighed, "Come on in."

He opened the door wider, inviting the boys in. Sam came up behind Dean with their bags. He graciously thanked Bobby. Bobby walked to his desk and sat down. Dean went to the fridge and grabbed a beer, going to sit down on the couch.

It was several seconds before anyone said a word.

"So, what do you boys need?" Bobby asked.

"It's...It's Cas. He was um, taken. By fellow angels," Dean stuttered.

"We just need information," Sam provided.

"Hm, well," Bobby motioned around, "help yourselves. And there's more downstairs. What exactly are you lookin' for?"

"Something about how to get to heaven, other than dying," Dean chimed in.

Bobby huffed, "Good luck with that."

Without another word, all three men grabbed books and started flipping through them, utter determination on Dean's face.

It had been a week. A week without Cas. A week without answers. A week without news. A week without hope or faith. Dean continually pushed the nagging in the back of his mind that were telling him that Cas was dead. Just when he figured out what he wanted, it was taken away. And why? Because he had developed feelings! What that such a bad thing? Sam kept having to make more beer runs, they were constantly out. Dean hadn't slept all week, he was merely running on coffee and alcohol. Each time he was close to falling asleep, he forced himself to concentrate on the book he was flipping through.

His head dropped, the book falling from his grasp. His phone suddenly blared.

Ughh, what now? He picked it up and read the caller ID. Restricted? Hmm.

"Hello, who is this?" he answered.

"Dean! It's me, Gabriel. I called to check in. Where are you?"

"Bobby's house."

"The address!" Gabriel demanded impatient.

"Oh. 2194 S Dakota Ave, Sioux Falls, South Dakota," Dean recited.

"Ok," Gabriel was instantly standing against the door frame.

Dean hung up, "Any news?"

"I am afraid not. They are all keeping their lips sealed. Where's everyone else?"

"Bobby is downstairs and Sam is making another beer run. We haven't been able to find anything either."

"Hmm, I kinda figured, it is hard to get into heaven unless you are an angel."

"Which means you could get in there and save him, couldn't you?" Dean inquired.

Gabriel scowled, "Yeah, sure, if I had a death wish. I wouldn't be able to get anywhere close to Cassie before they would find and kill me."

"You can't or you won't?"

"Both!"

"So you're telling me that there is nothing I can do. Just sit on my ass and hipe for the best!" Dean was furious and grasping at straws.

"I'm sorry Dean, but it is the truth. I really must be going now. Tell Sam I send my regards," he winked and disappeared.

Unbelievable!

Castiel's POV

An entire week had went by since he was first dragged into this "Heaven". He didn't know whose it was, but the sun was blindingly bright. The glare hurt his eyes and he constantly had them closed. His arms ached from continually holding his body upright, but he didn't have a choice. Multiple times he had tried using his grace to free him, but was unsuccessful each time. At least they had removed the gag.

Today was different from the others, Michael had not come early this morning like every other day. Maybe they had left, or maybe someone is here to rescue me? No, that is not true and you know it. Quit making excuses. Today is the day I day, once and for all. He knew it was true. He had suffered so much. The constant pain was overwhelming.

But sure enough, Michael came. Although, he was not alone. Every other angel was with him. All of them. He scanned their faces, but he did not find the one he was searching for. Gabriel. He did not come. Is he hiding? Or worse, dead? A million questions loomed in his head, but he didn't dare speak a single one.

"Greetings, Castiel," Zachariah said, all too pleasantly.

He lifted his head high, wanting the others to see him strong.

"Today is the day you pay for the crimes you committed. Today is the day you will die as the human whore you are," Zachariah continued.

Everyone made a circle around him. Michael walked up to him, placing his hand over Castiel's heart. He tightened his hand and slowly started to back up. Castiel let out an inhuman scream. It hurt his throat and his lungs, but he could not stop. The pain was unlike anything he had ever felt before, like thousands of nails being driven into his skin and then raked down his body until they were ripped from his skin. As Michael got further away, his fist still clenched, Castiel's body involuntarily jerked forward. He watched as Michael ripped his grace from his body, his screams becoming more strangled and forced. Until it was gone, the pain suddenly vanished, leaving an emptiness inside Castiel.

His grace was in Michael's palm, a beautiful blue color, but tinted with green, like the color of Dean's eyes. His heart swelled at the thought as he convulsed into sobs. What I would give to be with Dean right now instead of being with these delusional maniacs that I used to call my brothers and sisters.

Someone brought Michael a bucket, and he put Castiel's grace inside. He stood and put his hand out to the side, over the bucket. He glanced at Castiel then started his grace on fire.

No! No, no, no! More screams erupted from him, his head slamming upward. He could still feel his grace. He realized what this meant now. He was human. They could kill him now.

The grace was gone within 10 minutes. He didn't know how it was possible for grace to die, but his did. Michael held his angel blade in his hand, walking up to Castiel.

"And now, for your crimes, you will die. I will also find Gabriel and kill him, for assisting you. If I feel like it, I will find Sam and Dean, and kill them too. What you did, it is intolerable and I will make it known to all. You are not my brother," Michael growled, bringing the blade to Castiel's throat.

The only thing he could think to do was pray. Not to God, but to Dean. He closed his eyes.

Dean, are you there? I do not know why I am doing this, or why I think that somehow you will get this, but I must try. I love you, Dean. I just want you to remember that. I am sorry that I did not tell you about this sooner. Goodbye, Dean. I love you, more than you know.

He quickly prayed, hoping that somehow Dean would get his message.

The next instant Michael slit his throat.

The pain only lasted an second, and then he faded into nothingness.

Dean's POV

He was drinking when it happened. A sudden pounding in his head, followed by a sharp stab of pain. He dropped the beer bottle and it shattered on the floor. Sam looked up, curious and worried.

"Hey Dean! Are you ok?"

Bobby suddenly appeared in the doorway, his expression caked with worry. Dean grabbed his head, falling to the floor. A voice started talking in his head. Wait, it sounded like Cas!

What did he mean? Goodbye? Was he saying goodbye goodbye, like forever? Another wave of pain stabbed his brain, then was gone, but so was the sweet sound of Cas' voice.

His eyes filled with tears threatening to spill, like a cracked dam. They came slowly at first, but then the dam fully broke, and he couldn't stop the sobs from coming.

"It… It's Cas. He, he is… gone," he managed to say between gasps.

"Like, gone gone?" Sam asked, tears filling his own eyes.

"Yes!"

Neither one had told Bobby, but he picked it up. Dean and Cas. They were more than friends. He wasn't sure exactly how to comfort the boys, but he did grab another beer for each of them. And two bottles for Dean.

AN:

CAS IS DEAD! NOO! I know this is a short chapter, but it had to be. Don't worry. More happy times coming your way. Or… maybe not. We'll have to see… ;) Please let me know how you think I'm doing in a review. As always, thanks for reading.

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