Move on (Destiel)

40. Final Words

----------------------------------------------------  Dean's POV ----------------------------------------------------

Cas isn't waking up and I don't know what to do anymore, he is getting worse every second, his skin is pale, he has dark circles under his eyes, and I can't loose him, not like this.

I'd cried every single tear I had and now it's like I'm dry, like really dry, I can't cry anymore, I can't sleep, everything I eat doesn't stay for long because I puke it, everything is going really bad.

"SAMMY ITS BEEN 4 DAYS!" I mumbled, my voice sounded raspy and sad, Sam looked at me pitifully. "Don't you dare! Don't you dare looking at me like that! Not you! He will be fine, he will wake up." I  babbled as a sob escaped my lips.

"Dean, we should ask Crowley for help but you can't threaten to kill him, we actually need him." He said, he had dark circles too, his hair was a mess and I made him put it in a bun because I couldn't stand it, I nodded and turned to Cas who was laying in my bed, I took his weak hand in mine and I intertwined our fingers, I think Sam took that as a cue for leaving.

"Please Cas don't leave, I need you, you are my family, my home, don't leave me please." I cried out, I started crying again and I didn't know I had more tears to give but I guess it's Cas that's why.

"This is a pitiful view." Said the king of hell at my back, I turned around and he was laying against the wall, his black suit impeccable as always. "I can't cure him, but I have a solution and you must do it quick." He answered my unsaid question.

"Why are you doing this? Why do you help us that much?" I said angry and sad, my feelings were mixed, he laughed and started pacing around the room.

"First of all I do want him but not yet, he'll go to hell with me but in a year that was the deal, and I really enjoy the amusement and entertainment you boys bring me, the only thing is; you always seem to call me when you need me to save or rescue each other and at times you get to me, more you than moose or wings because they doubt me more and are kind of boring." He trailed of and I coughed. "The thing is I don't have problem with you, even when you fight my demons and seem to hate me I do not share the feeling, those days we spend together when you were a demon I enjoy them so it's kind of... You know." He said and blushed, he frowned embarrassed and annoyed, I was looking quizzically at him.

"You done with your chick flick moment?" I snapped at him, he nodded still blushing. "Thank you now shot it." I added.

"You need a grace, you need or and angel to cure him or get yourself some grace." He mumbled typing something in his phone, he looked at me and smiled. "What I recommend is a tiny little cut on his neck and you or moose taking his grace, you cure him and give it back. Got it?" He said stepping towards the door. "So, are we done?" I nodded, he looked back at his phone. "Please tell the stupid excuse for a moose who summoning me in the other room that honestly I'm not interesting in hearing his nonsense babble, it makes my IQ lower like 5 levels every time he opens his mouth." He said walking out the door making a fast wave with his hand not even turning around and disappearing into tin air.

I looked back to Cas and called Sam into the room, he ran back in and when he noticed there wasn't any changes his face fell. "What?" He spatted at me, I looked at him with pain, but he looked away. "Crowley is not coming." He added softer.

"He came here but he said he can't help? He said we needed an angel or we could extract Cas' grace and use it one of us to heal him and give it back after." I said and looked at the lifeless body laying in front of me.

"He said what?" He almost yelled, he passed his hand through his hair nervously. "It's brilliant, but does it work?" He uttered, I shrugged.

"I'll do it, please go out and I'll tell you when I'm ready, I have to tell him some things." I mumbled seriously, he looked at me concerned but walked out and closed the door.

"Let's get on with this." I whispered to myself taking a little knife out and making the little cut; you could see a bright light coming out of it and I closed my eyes and suctioned it. It felt warm an cold at the same time, it was like a wave of electricity running through my body, it was calming and made me feel protected but everything changed when I started hearing the pitching sounds piercing inside my skull, I couldn't ignore it but I tried, I kneeled next to the bed and laid my hand on top of the wound, I felt a warm wave leaving my body, it felt alive and I never felt something this amazing but when Cas kissed me.

"Dean?" I heard his raspy voice and I couldn't stop the tears that left my eyes. "Dean, where's my grace?" He looked at me. "Dean what did you do?" His voice went a thousand times lower than before, I took my little knife and did the same cut than before but in my neck, Cas took his grace back and I felt cold, really cold but the noise remained causing a horrible headache and blurring my sight.

*************************** authors note ***************************
As the person I am my life isn't complete if I don't over analyze myself about my motives and doings, the thing is I realized why I haven't been writing a lot, I feel unappreciated and I try but if you read and vote thanks this isn't to you, but if you just read and don't vote or comment please do it, you don't feel how bad it feels to write a story, giving everything and getting nothing in return, I tried to make the votes come more, I asked you to vote or comment but just two or three do. It's sad. And it takes the enjoyment of writing away because you don't know if what you are doing is good or not. So please tell me or just vote if you like it.
Love.
Fer.xx