Supernatural One-Shots

He's Gone

I know I said I'd try to be more active and I apologise that I haven't been, I've been a bit busy with revision/GCSE, but got another one done, so here's another oneshot. All characters belong to Supernatural.

WARNING VIOLENCE

Blood covered my hands, bodies piled at my feet, oh how easy this felt for me. Dean's vessel was weak, emotional, but I brought out the killer in him. Truth be told he was a killer before, a loyal little soldier, but his emotions always prevented him from evolving, preventing him from truly seeing what he was capable of. A man groaned by our feet, I titled my head down to look at him, I noticed a shallow wound to the left of his throat, that was slowly spilling out blood, but unfortunately it wasn't deep enough to kill him,

"There's always one left", I sigh, grabbing the back of the man's head and lifting it upwards, I look at his eyes, humans always have shining innocent eyes, but there was something about this man, he had half closed dark clouded eyes, with my spare hand I applied pressure to the base of his neck, by now his eyes fluttered open completely, showing off two full black eyes, the demon hissed at me,

"Finish it then", it growled, I sigh again, letting his head fall downward, where with a loud thump it collided to the cold stone floor. The demon was still for a moment, before it turned its head up to face me, its face scrunched in a snarl,

"If you let me live, I'll kill you, you hear me...I'LL KILL YOU!!" the demon growled again, baring its teeth, I turned my back, walking away from the massacre behind me, I hear grunts and feet shuffling, the demon hisses once more, before I turn around and plunge the First Blade into its skull, a bright orange light illuminates its vessel, before the demon crashes to the floor and goes still. I stood there for a few minutes, before looking at the watch on our wrist, it read 8pm, Dean was late for dinner.

I knocked on the door. Beforehand I'd made sure to change, I wouldn't want a lecture from Sam, for being covered in blood, I waited patiently, which was new for me. I notice my reflection in the doors window, red plaid shirt, blue jeans, and hair combed neatly, not like Dean's spiky hair, I'd for once made him look smart. The door creaks open and two sparkling blue eyes lock with mine,

"Dean?" a deep sleepy voice asked,

"Yeh who else would it be", I say sharply, pushing past the man. I deliberately shoved my shoulder into his, which imbalanced him, leaving him by the door. I headed to the kitchen. I could almost hear Dean yelling at me, but I shut him out. I was running this show, not him.

Before I walked into the kitchen, I paused and took in the homely smells and decorations that covered the walls. One photo caught my eye, a large print, and with the amount of people in it, it looked like a family picture. I look at everyone individually, a man sits in the front in a wheelchair, Sam and Dean are there, two other women, and one man stands slightly a bit more upright next to them, a large tan trench coat covering his body, I look back to the man who was nelt down by the door, moving some shoes around, Castiel, the name pops into my head, like a resurfacing old memory,

"Castiel, are you joining us?" I asked, his head lifted and turned to me quickly, there was a confused look on his face, even to the point I couldn't read what his expression was. He opened his mouth to say something, but I turned before he got the chance to.

A tall man sits on the end of the kitchen table, his plate already filled with food, I lean on the door frame, taking it all in, I wasn't hungry, and I didn't plan on staying for dinner. Castiel passed me, his shoulder brushing softly against mine, but I noticed all too easily the concerned glance he sent my way. He sits down and looks at the food, then back at me,

"Are you joining us Dean?", Sam asks, before piling a load of salad into his mouth, I don't reply, only sit, opposite to Castiel, who now looks even more confused, his eyes going from mine to the chair that perched emptily next to his seat, what had he expected me to do sit by him? Oh but of course he did, but not me, he wanted Dean. I could see it now, as clear as day if I wanted to be more dramatic, oh Dean, how do you not see it, the glaces, the soft touches, it almost made me uncomfortable, I wanted to be feared not loved.

Dinner ended much later than I'd hoped, I got up to leave, and headed to the door, but before I could walk out a hand grabbed my wrist,

"Tell me what's wrong", Castiel's voice whispered, "I know when your not yourself, please Dean, tell me whats wrong",

"Nothing love", I shrug my shoulders and turn back to the door, obviously displeased by my answer, Castiel grabs my shoulders and spins me around, pinning me against the door,

"Dean" Castiel's voice warns, I roll my eyes and shove him off,

"Don't ever do that again" I spit, I watch triumphantly as he flinches, but looking at him now, I could see why Dean loved him, those blue eyes, messy hair, the guy was gorgeous, but Dean had been too slow, I came here for a reason, and was going to put an end to this suffering, I move towards him, grabbing his shirt and pulling him towards me, smashing our lips together, he's still for a moment before he kisses me back with just as much passion, the whole thing made me feel sick, I could watch a man bleed to death, choking on his own blood, but this sickened me, I pull away, and watch him carefully for a reaction, which I get, his dark blue eyes, now suddenly had a lighter sparkle to them,

"Why'd you do that" he asks, a little breathless,

"It had to be done" I reply shortly, "I had to do it for him...Dean Winchester, completely head over heels for an angel, but he could never bring himself to do anything", I laugh, but there was no amusement from Castiel, his whole face had dropped, Sam had walked in by now as well,

"Why are you talking like that?" he asks, his eyes moving from Castiel then back to me, I start to pace around the room now, circling Castiel, who's questioning eyes never left mine,

"It's funny because I thought you were an angel, but no look at you, no wings. I wonder how much your face would drop if you could see my real face?", this made both men freeze, I could see that Sam instinctively was now starting to make his way to Castiel, his hand reaching out to pull him behind him, but I shoved him before he could, pinning him to the floor, bringing my fist to his jaw, punch after punch, after punch. I kept beating him until an object came into contact with the back of my head, it unbalanced me for a brief moment, allowing a pair of hands to grip my shoulders and pull me backwards and away from Sam, I followed the movement, but twisted easily on the back of my heels, pushing upward and throwing Castiel into the wall, pressing my arm across his chest to keep him in place,

"I wish you hadn't done that" I growled into his ear, I grab the knife that rested on my lower back under my shirt and thrusted it into his lower abdomen, his eyes go wide as the blade comes into contact with his skin,

"You weren't my original target, remember you brought this on yourself", I say while I twist the knife in deeper, Castiel yells at me to stop, his bright blue eyes now darkening in pain,

"Ok Dean, there you go".

I feel a sudden lightness wash over my body, that overbearing hunger to kill, gone, but horror soon cascades over me as I watch Cas slip down and onto the floor, panicked I let go of the knife,

"Cas, oh my god Cas, no, no, no, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry", I carefully pull out the knife and quickly apply pressure on the wound,

"You're going to be ok, you're going to be ok" I repeat, tears sting my eyes, "CAS!!", I yell, taking one hand of the wound and shaking his shoulder, his eyes are trailed off, not looking at me, that bright blue turning to a dark dulled colour, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth and I apply the pressure again,

"SAM, HELP ME!" I shout turning to see Sam standing above me, his lower jaw showing evidence of a beating, he lifts up his wrist, dousing me in holy water, the water burned my skin, and my hands left Cas, I could feel the mark taking over again, that urge fogging my mind, I yell out to my brother,

"Sammy please" I plea, but he grabs my shoulders and pulls me away from Cas, dragging me across the floor, tying my hands behind my back,

"NO SAM, CAS!!!", I struggle against my brother, Cas' body lays limp against the wall, his eyes trailing away looking down at the floor, I focus on his chest as I'm dragged away, it doesn't rise and it doesn't fall, it's still...I killed my best friend, I killed Cas.