8#= He stepped out of the bathroom, he looked at the hand prints that were covering his wrists, the beautiful tears staining his cheeks gracefully. "Cas?" Dean said with fear taking over, he heard the faint footsteps, getting closer and closer, "Stop! Stay right there."
"This isn't normal, you're supposed to love me not torture me! Please." Cas raised his hand, "I'm not letting you do this!" Dean jumps from his feet and pounces on him, blood splattering. The little red dots covering his face.
With every smack, tears were falling down Dean's face, the beautiful person he used to adore became a stranger to him, "I'm leaving."
"Of course you are, your pathetic waste of time. Dean you deserve to die a painful death so you could go back to Hell and stay there forever with your dead family."
They're inches away, frightened of what happens next Dean smashes his lips onto the angel. "Slut."
