*Thought I'd never get around to updating this. well here enjoy some feels.*
*Dean*
"Cas?" I could hear a voice breaking as the speaker called out his name. it took me a moment to realize the broken voice was my own. I stumbled over to where he lay on the ground in a puddle of blood. His blood. I kneeled beside him, tears in my eyes. I glanced around me, at the scorch marks his wings made on the ground. His big, beautiful wings I never got the chance to see. Castiel was dead, and it was all my fault. Always my fault. I tried to swallow the lump rising in my throat but I couldn't. I sobbed and ran a hand through his raven dark hair. His eyes were closed, blood trickling out his mouth and blood pooling out the marks where the hellhounds had gotten him. I closed my eyes tightly and let a few tears fall as I thought about those beautiful blue eyes. I would never get to see them again. I had never gotten to tell Cas how much I cared. How much he meant to me. How despite everything, the angel had been the best man he ever knew, and made him human again. Had given him another purpose for living. Now his only two reasons, the only to people he'd ever loved were gone. Sam had been killed by angels and now Cas died saving me from hellhounds. Tears welled up again. I let them fall and let out a ragged breath. I ran my hand over his head one last time before pushing myself up. I walked over to my baby and started the car. I didn't put on music, I didn't do anything but drive. I got on the highway and drove through the rain until I made it the beach. I left the keys inside in case anyone found baby. I hoped they'd take care of her when I was gone. I walked over to the dock, hands stuck deep in the pocket of my jeans. I looked down at the choppy, rocky water below me and smiled darkly. "You'd love this, wouldn't you Cas? Give me some crap about Moses and some stupid history lesson about storms in that way of yours," I felt tears welling up again, and I smiled up at the storm clouds, "You would've loved to sit through another thunderstorm, wouldn't you've Cas?" I swallowed and looked down at the water again. "But you can't," I whispered," You nor Sammy." I choked on the last word. I had failed. Sammy was dead and Dad would've killed me for it. Well he wouldn't have the pleasure. I stepped over the railing, a small smile on my face. I pictured Sammy and Cas, laughing in the Impala as I sang along to Metallica, Cas asking some random question and Sam rolling his eyes at Cas's ignorance. I opened my eyes. "I'm coming you two. I'll be home soon." I closed my eyes. "Dean," I heard Cas's voice say gruffly. I smiled I'm coming for you Cas I thought. Then I fell.
