Reaping (DESTIEL) [ON HOLD]

Dean Tries To Save Sam.

A/N Hello, guys. First fanfic ever so I hope y'all enjoy it. If you spot an error or something, feel free to let me know.

DEAN'S POV

*Fashback*

"Yes, I said yes! Goddamit, just save Sammy." I pleaded.

"Okay, Dean. I'll give Sam a little... spark and you give yourself to the reapers." The almighty Death said.

"Spark. What does that mean?"

"Minor details, Dean." He brushed it off before continuing. "One little problem. I can't have trenchcoat here."

"What, no! Cas stayes. He's family. Someone needs to take care of Sam" I protested.

"Not for my benefit, but for Sam's. With Castiel here, he'd destroy the healing process of Sam."he coolly said. He grabbed a slice of pizza I left him during the summoning. He bites into it and looks at me, expecting a reaction.

"I suppose you won't tell me how."

"No, I won't. Like I said, minor details."

"Okay," I said, rubbing my temples "you can save Sam if I turn into one of your undertakers but Cas can't stay?"

"Precisely. I'll give you two days to sort things out and we'll meet again soon, Dean." With that, he vanished leaving me troubled, sitting down next to an unconscious Sam in a hospital.

*End of Fashback*

"Hello, Dean." I was snapped out of my daze.

"Hey, Cas. How you holding up?" I asked. Cas lost his grace a few weeks ago when he didn't assassinate me the way Naomi wanted him to. She tore out his grace and wings. Since then, Cas always believed that he was dead weight to us. Little did he know that he was family. All the family that we got.

"As okay as I can get, Dean. Thank you." he said.

"Anytime, Cas. I get it, it's hard." I replied. Today was the day Death said he'd come for me. The day I had to kick Cas out.

"No, Dean. You don't. I know I'm not any good as human. Much less, a hunter. Thank you for taking care of me. I greatly appreciate it."

"Well Cas, that's what family does." I smiled, sadly. Looking around the bunker, I notice that both of us probably aren't gonna see this place again.

"Cas." I breathe out, capturing his attention. My head turned to the floor. I was about to kick my best friend out of the only place he knows. "Y-you can't stay. Here, I mean. In the bunker. I would ex-" I started but was interrupted by Cas.

"I'll leave, Dean." My face was mixed with shock and confusion. I hadn't told him anything yet and I can't either. I didn't want to arise new problems. I mean, I'm making a deal with Death.

"But Cas, I-"

"No, Dean. It's about time I live on my own. Make my own choices so I understand. Whatever the reason."he said as he smiled. A hint of sadness was displayed on his face but I could tell that he was trying to hide it.

CASTIEL'S POV

I understood why Dean kicked me out. I'm a pain. I'm nothing without my grace. No purpose to Dean and as much as I tried tobhate him, I couldn't because if I were in his position, I probably would've done the same.

I couldn't bare myself to listen to his reason because I knew that it would hurt too much.

I tried so hard not to cry as I left the bunker. These human emotions that I've newly discovered were horrible. And as I closed the door for what could possibly be the last time, a single salty drop of water escaped my eye and rolled onto my cheeks. My emotions betray me as I was left hunting for not ghosts or demons but for possibly a new life.