Feathers And Spandex

The End

Quick A/N:
I loved writing this story. I know the beginning was really bad but it kinda got better. I hope you all enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it. The sequel is coming out soon. It's called black star. *sequel jumps out of closet* "I'm gay!" Okay, okay. Onto the end.
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A soft draft blew through the room as Cas began to speak.

"I'm an angel, we both know that. What you don't know is that I wasn't born, I was created." He looked into Dean's emerald green eyes.

"I- I don't belong here, on Earth, I mean. That morning, when you found me after I had my first dream, I was scared. I knew something was wrong with me. Ever since then, I've had more dream, visions might be a better word. You-you are sometimes in them, but this last one I had, wasn't a vision, it was some strange communication." Dean sat down in front of him and took Cas' hands in his own.

"The angels... They spoke to me Dean. They told me the way back. But something is wrong in heaven, and I think I have to fix it." He looked at the vial on the ground.

"So now you know." He looked at Dean, gauging his reaction.

"This sounds like you're saying goodbye." Tears welled in Dean's eyes.

"Please don't say goodbye, I hate goodbyes." He hugged Cas tightly.

Cas was the first to pull away, his blue eyes threatening to spill tears.

He softly kissed Dean, their lips barely touching. So chaste compared to the ones they had been sharing the previous day.

"I love you." He softly whispered into Dean's neck.

Cas gently picked up the vial and walked to the doorway, turning back to look at Dean.

"If I can't say goodbye, I'll just do the next best thing." He smiled sadly at Dean.

"I guess I'll see you later, alligator." He said it with such uncertainty, Dean had to laugh, but it came out as a choked chuckle, sounding more like a sob than anything else.

"Close your eyes." Cas said, and Dean complied.

He felt a bright flash, and heat. Not uncomfortable, just... comforting, kind, warm.

Then it was gone. Dean opened his eyes, he was met with quiet.

"I love you too."

But he whispered the words too late.

Cas was gone, and he had left silence in his place.

Dean stumbled into the room Cas had gone in. A single black feather rested on the floor.

He fell to his knees, picked up the feather, and stared at the only piece left of Cas. His beautiful Cas, who laughed at Dean's jokes, or tilted his head at references he didn't understand.

One tear fell from his face onto the stem of the feather.

"After a while, crocodile."

Fin