My Angel {Destiel}

Confession

Sam and Dean arrive at Mason's house.

Sam knocks on the door.

The door opens.

"Hello, Mason? I'm Agent Leahy, and this is my partner, Agent Novak," Sam says as he pulls out his badge, Dean following. Dean then thinks about the names again, but not for too long. He doesn't want Sam to tell him to, "Snap the hell out of it". "Uh, hi? How can I help you guys?" Mason says. "You were Sarah Adams-Foster's boyfriend, correct?" Dean asks. "Yes, I am. And what do you mean 'was'?" Mason asks in confusion. "Sarah was found dead this morning," Sam says. Mason's eyes go wide. "S-She's dead? How could this happen?" Mason says, tears already coming down his face. "That's what we're trying to figure out," Dean replies. "Can we come in and ask you a couple of questions?" "Sure," Mason says, stepping aside to let the brothers in.

"Can you tell us the last time you were with Sarah?" Dean says. "I was dropping her off at work on Thursday. She was with this guy she worked with. His name was Elliot," Mason replies. "He works Tuesdays and Thursdays." Sam and Dean look at each other, giving each other that look confirming that they didn't need anymore information. They could go to Sarah's job and talk to Elliot. Only problem is, today wasn't a Tuesday OR Thursday. Today was a Sunday.

"Thank you for you time and were very sorry for your loss, Mason,"Sam says. "If there's anything I can do to help, please lemme know," Mason replies. "Actually," Dean interrupts, "Can you write down your number?" Dean pulls out a his paper pad and a silver pen. Silver. They only used silver, just in case they didn't get the monster on the first try.

Mason hesitated. He was about to reach the pen, but pulled away violently. Sam and Dean share the same look.

"I have my own pen," Mason says. "I'm germophobic."

"Ah," Dean says, knowing why he won't use his pen.

~~~

Sam and Dean are in the car, heading back to the bunker, since its not to far from the case their working.

"Hey, Dean? You remember that book?" Sam asks. "Uh- Yeah. Why?" Dean didn't really need the book anymore. Since Cass was out of the Empty, he could just keep it hidden for now. "What was it?" Sam says while watching Dean's expression. "It was a book on pulling dead angels and demons out the Empty," Dean says back, focusing on the road. "You were trying to bring Cass back? Why? What aren't you telling me?" Sam was confused, but he wasn't angry. "He said.. The night Cass was taken from us, he told me that he loved me. And I never got to say it back. He told me he made a deal with The Shadow. The deal was, when he experienced and true moment of happiness, he would be taken forever," Dean says, finally looking at Sam, then the road again.

"How come you never told me?" Sam asks. "I didn't tell you because, I was his true happiness. He told me that his happiness was one thing, he knew he couldn't have. He told me about how I see myself. Broken. Telling me that ever since he raised me from hell, I changed him. He was taken right in front of me. My angel. Gone," Dean says, his eyes watering. Now Sam knew why Dean was acting strange. "Dean, I'm so sorry. I never knew this happened. I didn't even think of this happening at all," Sam replies in a comforting way. "Its fine. Let's just go home."

~~~

Sam and Dean got home and decided to head to bed right away. Well, Sam did.

Dean was in his room, thinking about Cass. How he loved him too, but never got to say it. He couldn't even force out the words hes been having repeat in his head, 24/7. He hated himself for that. He never knew angels could love like humans did. But they can. And he was too blind to see it. Dean sat on the side of his bed. He didn't want to be an idiot and do this, but he needed to. He prayed. To Cass. 

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