Hell For You

Heaven?

Dean POV

The shots were terrifying. But, less startling, more like they were the breaking glass of an Aquarium, and it held liquid dread and gloom; so that when they pierced my ears, a flood of negativity rushed to every inch of my body.

My instinct was to protect Cas, but before I could do anything white hot pain shot through me.

I heard the sound a moment after, the bang; the gong of death.

Now Cas is staring at me and I realize I'd never be able to tell my angel he was beautiful. Sappy, I know but spare me some thought; I was dying Jesus fucking Christ.

So realizing I couldn't, I still tried, hoping adrenaline would help me. I just ended up choking.

Also I can't breathe. And everything is getting fuzzy. And now a stranger looking man stands over me. I glare at him, and try to get up. I can. Surprisingly.

Hugging Cas, however was not successful. I just passed through him. He just shivered.

When I fizzle on the other side of my Cas, I sorta have a mental breakdown. I just scream. Silently yell and try to throw things and a glass breaks and Cassie is crying this isn't how it's supposed to end.

Because, in case you haven't figured it out I'm dead. I'm a fucking ghost. The kind I read about in Bobby's old books.

At least I'll get to see my mom and dad in heaven right? Isn't that how it works? Never been there. I mean no one has and returned and remembered but, but who knows how it works.

The man who has been watching me this entire time; ignoring my distress yet he walks quickly over when a peaceful look falls on my face.

Wait.

"Are you dead too?" I nonchalantly ask the strange man.

"In my own way, I am." I smile grimly. I've still not processed that I will probably never see Sam or Cas. Or that heaven might actually be real, and that's were I'm headed.

The strange man gives me a strange look. 

I get the sense something is really wrong. More wrong than me being dead at the tender age of 17. God, I -. Wait. 

"I guess I'm gonna meet the big man himself now, huh" I chuckle to myself. 

He chuckles as well, but with a dark undertone that makes me shiver. 

"Are you ready to go little boy?" I nod, giving one last glance back to Sam, wishing him all the luck in the world, then to Cas. I stared at Cas for a long time before I whispered;

"Good luck, my angel." I blew him a kiss. What the hell else am I going to do. Fucking hell, I feel tears rolling down my cheeks as I realize I will never see Sammy grow old, to graduate. To get a life. I'll never be able to tell my Cassie how I feel, never take my angel on a date. We won't all be in each other's lives. 

Sam and Cas are most likely going to drift apart, now that I'm not their. Fuck, the man is walking towards me. Shit, he nods his head and grabs my arm. 

It's really happening. I'm going. Goodbye. I give one last ditch farewell effort. I scream 

"I love you!" I don't care if either Cas or Sam heard it, I think while the light is disappearing.

 It's true for both of those lovable bastards.

A/N: I know this is short but dramatic impact ya'know? Also the book IS NOT OVER. So don't stop reading. Love you all.

-Wombat