SAMS POV
it's been a week since cas died and in worries about dean. He isn't okay. He doesn't eat and he only leaves his room to get another drink. I'm scared he's going to kill himself. Without cas I don't know if dean could ever be himself again.
Dean has been beating himself up about cas's death. Literally and verbally. He is covered in bruises and he thinks it's his fault cas died. He thinks he could've saved him. I wish things were different.
Dean walked out of his room getting more beers and whiskey. I can't stop him. He needs help. I just don't know how. If Bobby were still here maybe he could help Dean.
DEANS POV.
I just might do it. I have no clue what to do without cas. He was my happiness. The love of my life. It hurts that I've never kissed him or done any of the other things I wanted to do with him. I want to end this. I want to end the pain. To make it all go away. I start to cry and drink a little more. A little more became 3 bottles of beer and a bottle of whiskey. I'm not okay. Il never be okay without cas. I need him. I need to be with him. I can't take it anymore. I grab the knife, say my last goodbye, and stab myself in my stomach.
