I can't believe that my father had sold his life. They were coming back in two and a half years... It's unbelievable.
[TIME LASPSE. TWO AND A HALF YEARS LATER.]
I hear yelling. I wake up falling off the bed. I hear Cas scream. "Cas!" I grab my gun and run out of the room I see blood everywhere and Castiel huddled up in the corner. "I-It r-ripped him to s-shreds.." Castiel stuttered obviously scarred. I see anything left of dad.. Well everywhere.
"Oh my God..." I say shocked. "D-Dean. H-Hel-" Cas passes out. I run over to him. "C-Cas!? Answer me!" I shout, tears streaming down my cheeks. I check his pulse. Nothing... "Castiel!" I pull his body close, getting blood all over me. I obviously do not care at this point. I pick up his body and walk to a graveyard. I bury him.
"I know that... That I've never prayed to you before.. But this once out of my whole life. I'm asking of you to please bring Castiel back. I'm begging. Please. Bring him back well and healthy. He's my whole world and I just can't live without him. For whatever reason that you don't, I will understand..." I prayed for once in my life...
I stand up and walk back to the house. I see Sammy cleaning up the blood, he looks as if he's been crying really badly. I walk up to him, putting my hand on his shoulder. "Sammy. You go clean yourself up and go to sleep. I'll take care of the mess." I say, gazing at him softly, a tired and sad look in my eyes. "I-...Okay..." Sam stood up and hugged me, crying again. "Sam. It's gonna be okay. I promise." I hug him back, tears streaming down my cheeks. "Everything will be okay." Sam nodded and went to go clean himself up, as I began to clean up the mess.
Once done, I get up and clean myself up, then go to bed.
