LESSER POWER • [ CASTIEL ] √

epilogue

"Cas?" Dean asks as he looks over at his friend. Castiel looked disoriented and his eyes widened after a few moments. "What's wrong, man?" Dean was now concerned, walking over to him. He thought Cas was hurting by the look on his face.

"I..." Castiel started but then a sad look ghosted over his face. "Please excuse me." Castiel said, and Dean heard a faint fluttering and Castiel was out of sight.

"I hope you're doing well." She whispered, sniffing. Her voice was shakier than normal, her breath was ragged.

Castiel was behind her. He knew this was her room in her small apartment, he had been here before a few times to make sure she slept well even if it meant him pressing his fingers on her forehead.

Suddenly, she started sobbing. She was already kneeling by her bed, but now her face was in her hands that were folded not too long ago. Castiel wanted so desperately to reach out to her, to let her know he had been listening since day one. That he always came to check on her when he could, even when it wasn't Thursday.

He knew she thought of him as a friend, he knew she wasn't graced with many of those. Neither was he. He cared immensely for the friends he did have. He'd do anything for them, he'd die for them.

Hell, he already had.

He knew heaven wouldn't like it. He knew he'd get into even more trouble for interfering with her life and the way it's supposed to unfold. He knew she doesn't die this way, but she also originally wasn't supposed to pray to him. Her timetable was constantly changing already. Heaven wouldn't like it being messed with further. He couldn't even heal her from her cancer.

He wasn't supposed to, for the matter.

"I was doing well."

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