Come Back To Me - Destiel

Come Back To Me

Dean's POV
"NOOOOOO!"
As the blade was pulled out of his chest the bright glow faded, and Cas crumpled to the ground. Behind him stood Lucifer, a smug grin on his face.
"That was fun. Seriously, guys, points for trying," he shrugged, "Super impressed but, uh, playtime's over."
"Get away from them." Mom stood there, knees bent, ready to attack, the angel blade in her hand glinting dully.
"Mary, right?" Lucifer pointed curiously at her. "Yeah, I've heard about you. You are certainly living up to the hype." He chuckled, flashing an evil smile. "Look, seriously, I just wanted to thank you for everything. I owe ya, kid."
I stepped forward, instinctively pushing Sammy behind me. Still he pushed forward.
"Mom!"
She turned on her path to Lucifer and gave us a weak smile.
"I love you." Lucifer, watching this exchange, clicked his tongue. "Cute."
Mary stalked forward. "Is that all you got, mama?" He taunted, almost beckoning her forward.
The smug smile was wiped off his face when, in a surge of energy, Mary dropped the angel blade and tackled him, forcefully shoving herself and Lucifer into the barely open sliver of portal.
"Mom!!" This time, Sam and I rushed forward to where Lucifer was just standing, but it was too late. A thunderclap, a bright flash of light, and two of the most important people to me were gone.
"No no no no," I muttered, dropping to my knees to the dusty floor, next to Cas' still form. I barely registered Sam going back into the cabin, instead staring into the space where the portal had been.
When my eyes finally focused on Cas, I had to hold back the rush of tears stinging my eyes. I studied his face, taking in the slightly chapped lips, the closed eyelids, behind which I knew held the bluest to ever blue eyes, the plane of his nose, just everything.
Soon it went from studying his features to desperately searching for a sign, any sign, that Cas, my angel, was still breathing, or that his heart was still pumping.
Maybe his eyelashes fluttered, or his chest rose just a bit, or his nose wiggled, or his finger twitched in my hand. Or maybe, or maybe, or maybe, but I knew that this time, although it hurt like the Devil to admit to myself, that maybe, this time he wouldn't come back to me.