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Dead and Gone (Castiel)

Warnings: mild swearing, kind of upsetting but besides that no warnings. Italics mean flash back but besides that enjoy lovelies 💋

Imagine....

You were in a long going relationship- well if you could even call it that- with Castiel. It wasn't perfect, in fact it was no where near that. But it was something, and in its own way it was beautiful and magical. No matter what happened you wouldn't change it for the world.

Your POV

" (Y/N)!" Dean yells from the kitchen behind you. " Yeah?" You yell from the spot on the couch, not taking your eyes off your book. " He's back." You give a simple ,' mhm' still not paying attention, I mean why wouldn't he back, he just went to get food. Foot steps grow nearer and the book is ripped from your grasp.

" HEY! I was reading that!" You glare up at the eldest Winchester. " He's back!" He gives an aggressive tone. " Dean he went to get food, not Africa. Now give the bo-"

" CAS, (Y/N)! Cas, not Sam." You heart drops and tears swell but you shake them off and rip your book off of Dean. " You're not funny, he's gone, probably dead. He's been gone for almost a year now. " You say monotone and walk upstairs with Dean hot on your tail. " (Y/n), just listen for god sake." He spins you towards him but you shrug him off. " Why should I? He left, in the middle of the night, to what? Go fight the evil dead? Without saying a goodbye to any of us?! To me? It's been a year, if he truly cared he wouldn't have left to begin with let alone not contact us."

Dean looks at you like you're a broken puppy. " I'm not something to be fixed. If he really does show up , tell him to go screw himself." With that you run up the steps into your room. Dean calls your name up the steps but you don't listen as you slam your door shut. You pace and run your hand through you hair.

Everything that he and you once had sat in this room. The stupid fights you'd get into over the stupidest of things, every time you begged him not to leave, the nights you'd spend sobbing into your pillow thinking he was dead.

You'd just gotten back from a long night, with Cas hot on your tail. It had been a simple salt and burn that went south, the ghost cornered the boys so you had distracted it. Thus resulting in you getting a pretty rough beating. Cas wasn't happy you had volunteered as bait and the whole ride home was a think tension that filled the impala.
You got into the room and Cas quickly shut the door behind you. " What was that?" He already deep voice grows deeper. " That was me doing my job."Your voice is aggressive but quite.

"That was you getting yourself killed, (Y/n)!" You turn towards him clearly P.O.ed. " No Cas that was me saving the boys from becoming ghost play toys!" He grows nearer. " I don't want you hunting." He growls and you just scoff with a bitter chuckle. " and what makes you think you have the fucking right to make that decision?" You were beyond pissed at this point. " Because I- I don't want you to and I am responsible for you" you shake you're head. " Says the guy who can't even tell me he loves me, or even say we are something. What are we?! Because right now it seems like a whole lot of nothin'" He looks up at you speechless. " That's what I thought." You voice drops. " Just go." You turn your back towards him. " (Y/-)-" " JUST LEAVE!" You shout at him and like that, he's gone.

You remember every damn time and you're filled with so much anger. So much that has built up over the last year. You break. You shove everything off your desk. Throw books at the wall, breaking picture frames. Ripping down the maps and pictures that covered your walls.  By the time you were done, it was a war zone and you just stood in the middle of it all. Broken.

But then all the good things come flooding back in. The long-talks , the stupid marathons you'd have together, the moments were you'd just lay there together, just in silence.  You'd sit for hours, just laying together. Him and you both smiling and laughing at your stupidity.

You hadn't had a day off in a while, it was mid-November and the cold was rolling in. You had stayed in your room, reading books on sirens. You feel a hand touch your shoulder and jump a good three feet and turn to face the culprit. " Cas!" You jump up , hugging your angel who had been away helping the boys. He gives a chuckle, " that is one of my names."

You pull away and smile up at him. " (Y/n) what have you been doing?" You grab his hand and pull him towards the bed. You plop down on your side and pull him down next you, to well, his side. You hit play on MadMen and he grins. " I don't understand this." You bring your hand up and caress his cheek. " You don't have to, just know I missed you." The whole night was spent with his eyes on the tv, as he was snuggled into your waist. As your eyes were only on him as you played with his hair.

You fall to the floor, the tears are flooding over. The mess surrounds you as you sit in a pile of glass and clothes in tears.

Cas' POV

I sit outside the door as Dean tells (Y/n). I do not understand as to why I could not tell her, or why it was needed. Dean comes back and I transport to the room that housed (y/n). Deane as sat outside of it. " She didn't take it very well Cas." He sighs. Crashing can be heard, echoing throughout the corridors. Sam appears by Dean's side. " You should go in Cas, she needs you." I nod and appear in the corner of the room where I had once shared with her.

The room had been destroyed, very much looked like the war between angels. She sat in the middle of all of it, her beauty radiating of of the mess. She had her back turned away from me, but I could tell she was greatly upset. But in some way I knew it was me causing her this pain. I step towards her, and sink down behind her. " I'm deeply sorry for causing you sorrow." I hug her and she turns to bury her head into my chest, and soon enough my suit jacket was soaked in tears. " Ple- please s-stay." She hiccups. " I shall not leave." We sat in silence, as an old friend that we used to know.