chatroom // destiel

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It was all a rush. The speeding to the hospital. Checking in. Talking to the doctor. "Is he okay? Is my angel okay?"

How did this happen? How could he do this to his angel?

  "Castiel had no pulse by the time we got there. We tried to bring him back but..."

  Everything going on in his mind stopped. He's fine. Cas is fine. When he gets home, he'll find Cas watching t.v. and laying around as usual. Then they'll cuddle and fall asleep on each other. This isn't really happening.

  The doctor reached in his coat pocket. "We found this in his pocket..." He handed Dean the ring. Dean shakily took the ring box and opened it. It was a ring, an engagement ring.

  Everything stopped for a second. His mind slowed. What? Was he? His breathing became faster and he lost it. Dean let out a spine rattling wail. He pushed his way out of the hospital to the Impala. He didn't even remember the trip to his car. This isn't really happening. Cas is okay. He had to be. Cas couldn't die. Not like this. Dean slammed his hand against the driving wheel and changed lanes.

As he drove, the road became more faint and bumpier. He stopped abruptly at a bridge over a rushing river. Dean's breathing didn't slow. His hands shook intensely as tears kept streaming down his cheeks.

   Thousands of thoughts ran through his mind, one prominent one resurfacing. I can't go on without him.

  What's a man without his angel?

Without hesitation, the Impala drove off the edge of the bridge, colliding with the cold waters of the river and sinking deep under.

  I'm sorry, angel.

// so that was the end. thank you so much for sticking with me and reading this crap story <3 i appreciate all of you