Supernatural crack - Mostly Castiel

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[ More sad warning -- Also , TW for SH ? Inspired by an Ao3 book that made me sob. BUT THIS TIME I'M MAKING IT A GOOD ENDING. . . . .

Maybe ;) ]

Castiel looked down at his arm , the Mark of Cain engraved in his flesh. His eyes went up to meet Dean's , which looked to be full of tears. " It's going to be okay , Dean. I'll be fine. "

Dean felt his tears warning escape behind his eyes , " We'll find a solution to this , I promise , Cas. "

They were both liars . . . . Castiel knew he wouldn't be fine. Dean knew there was no other way.

And with each passing day , Castiel's urge to kill grew stronger until he couldn't bear it anymore. " Dean -- Dean It'll be okay . . . " He gave a weak smile.

" I can't do this without you . . . " Dean said , his vision getting blurry with tears.

" Yes , you can. " Castiel replied , enveloping Dean in a tight embrace.

" I -- Cas . . . Cas , I don't want to , " Dean shook with silent sobs , holding onto Castiel as if he were the only thing in the world , " I don't want to , Cas . . . " He breathed shakily , choking on his own words.

" It's going to be okay , Dean . . . " Castiel said , hugging him back in almost a protective manner.

Day 1

Silence. Pure absolute silence. There was nothing. Less than nothing. All Castiel could feel was the stone-cold , rock-hard walls of the Mal'ak box all around him. All Castiel could see was the pitch-black darkness of his entrapment. This ? This had been a fate worse than death.

Day 2

It had been hours , the sound of dirt falling upon his forever coffin still replaying in Castiel's head. It had been hours. But each second was something Castiel would never forget.

Castiel could feel the Mark's urge for bloodshed growing stronger. He was beginning to feel the emptiness growing inside him , being away from Sam. From Jack. From Dean.

Day 4

This silence was unbearable. All Castiel could do was hope. That maybe. Just maybe. Sam and Dean would find a way to fix him. So they would be together again.

Day 7

A week . . . It had been a week already. Castiel couldn't even move. He was trapped in this prison. Nothing. He heard nothing. He felt nothing. Just the four feet of metal.

' Cas. '

At first , Castiel was surprised. It was the first thing he had heard in what seemed to be ages. Was that Dean ? Praying to him ? ? ? Please , let it be real.