Destiel one shots!! And maybe Sabriel

Tragities

Hello. So I have 70 views but only a couple reads so I don't know if I should count that as good or not. Did you guys see the latest episode of season 11 so far? It was amazing. Anyways if you are reading this you probably want to get to the story so here I guess.

I got home at my usual time, from my office job. 4 years ago I never thought I would be able to say that. I guess I'm saying it because of Sam, he helped in the process of me getting here, to a place where I'm actually happy. He pushed me to ask Cas out, and thank god he did.

I kicked off my shoes at the door making a loud thump. Castiel's shoes next to mine. They looked more worn then when I last saw them, which was this morning. I furrowed my eyebrows thinking of what he could have possibly done. Then I looked up.

The place looks like it hasn't been cleaned for years. I would have thought that no one lived here, except I live here, with my husband.

Everything's dark, the curtains have been drawn. I look everywhere, my head bobbling. It looked like I have spent years away.

"Cas?" I call for him like I'm trying to lure a cat out of hiding.

No answer. I move more into the strange environment, all our wedding pictures are gone, the walls are bare except for the few scraps of wall paper that still cling to the wall.

"Cas?"

This time a door opens, my heart flutters in relief; that is until the figure moves out of the room. This isn't my husband, my heart is racing. This isn't my husband. Except it is. It's him, but he looks older. I know he's not but his skin has sagged, there are bags under his eyes. The worst thing that he was deathly skinny. You could see his ribs through his shirt. His shoulders slumped.

"Cas?" I say this time in a whisper.

He glances up.  He heard me! I thought instantly. Then Cas just dropped his head and kept walking. He went to the kitchen. I followed him slowly.

The kitchen is a mess, there's mold on the walls. He opens the cabinet and grabs a glass; filling it with water from the tap.

"Cas come on honey stop messing with me." I pleaded. "Please" I whispered dropping my head.

Cas sipped his water leaning against the kitchen counter. The counter that he begged me to let him buy because he liked it so much.

Suddenly I got a pain in my head and an image popped into my head, like when Andy sent me the picture of the bell. It was a car, my car. It's raining and I'm going down the highway. A sharp turn was approaching and...

It stopped, the pain the vision. It all stopped. I needed Cas.

I reach my hand out and grab the one that was limp at his side. When I touch it he looked up and over right into my eyes. I though he saw me, I really did. He shook his head and looked down again.

My eyes filled with tears, threatening to spill over. I blinked them back, not ready to accept what was on the back of my mind. What I knew was happening since the beginning of the whole thing.

I turn away from my husband prepared to leave. I walk out the door not looking back, not ever.

I am dead.