Not a saviour [destiel]

Not a saviour

Hello. Sorry if this is bad. I'm new at this. I hope you like it. And sorry the chapter is short. I try my best. :/
Oh, and sorry if the typings bad. I'm doing this on my phone and auto correct seems to think I should be corrected.

-squiggle out!
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Dean clutched his stomach tightly as he stumbled up against the wall. Blood started to trickle down his chin as he chocked.
"No..." Cas whispered.
He ran to Dean in a daze and Dean slowly slid down the wall.
Dean continued to make chocking sounds and blood soaked through his shirt and ran through his fingers.
Castiel fell to the floor next to Dean and covered his wound, putting pressure to try and stop the blood.
Dean looked at Cas, his eyes wide with pain and fear.
"Cas... I-I don't want.. to die." Dean chocked.
Cas rapped his arm around Deans shoulder.
"I.. I know Dean. I wish I could heal you but... but I can't." Cas said sadly, holding onto Dean for dear life.
"Please Dean.. don't let go. We'll get you help. Just hold one!" He begged.
Dean kept choking on his own blood, unable to answer.
Deans head started to dip, his eyes closing.
"No." Cas begged. "No! Don't do this!"
Deans eyes were still slightly open but he had stopped choking. He stopped moving.
"Dean."
No response.
"Dean!!"
Still nothing.
Castiel sat there, covered in Deans blood. His eyes were dazed as he stared at deans flawless face.
"Dean..." Cas whispered.
He couldn't believe it. Dean was dead and he couldn't help him. He could try selling his soul (like Sam will most likely do) but what good would that do?
Yes, it would bring Dean back but Dean would be pissed, and than he couldn't be with Dean and they would both be totally alone and unhappy.
Cas looked over at the creature that now lays dead on the floor hatefully.
No matter what happened, he would always do everything in Deans honour. He would hunt with Sam, kill monsters, keep rebelling against heaven and always remember the man that Dean was and remember that every day, Dean is fighting where ever he is. And to make the decisions that Dean would have made because Dean is one of the greatest men that Cas has ever met and he wants to live in his memory. Because Dean means hope.

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Cas heaved Deans body In the trunk, making his breaths short.
He was new at this whole "not getting caught with a body" thing so the only thing he could think of was to put Deans body in the trunk of the the impala and drive back to Bobby's where Sam and Bobby waited for Cas and Dean to get back. They would get back just not they way they planned.
Cas fished in Deans pockets for the keys. Finding them in the back pocket, he slammed the trunk closed, taking one last sad and longing look at Deans bloody corpse, and climbed into the drivers side.
He started the car and started to drive to Bobby's taking his time to let his sadness show for the loss of his friend.
As Cas drove, he was partly watching the stars, hoping Dean was up in heaven so if Cas ever was an angel again he would maybe be able to visit Dean which was a very small chance.
Castiel felt a strange sensation in his eyes. He reached his hand up and felt his eyes which he felt water trickling down his face. He realised he was crying. He had seen Sam and Dean do this at times but never experienced it himself.
He was crying for Dean.
He kept crying silently while driving, a whimper escaping his closed mouth every so often.
When he knew that bobby's was getting close, he stopped on the side of the ride outside of town to wipe his face and to make sure he was not going to give his pain away.
Once he had calmed down, he pulled back on the road and drove to bobby's, passing through the small town he lived in.
Once there he parked in Deans usual spot and sat there for a minute, leaving the engine running and thinking how we was going to tell them about.... Dean.
He took a deep breath, turned off the car, taking the keys, and went to unlock the trunk. He put the keys in his coats pocket before looking down.
When he saw Deans lifeless body laying there, he almost lost it but he held it in, keeping his face blank as possible. He grabbed Deans arms, using all his strength and lifted him. Half caring him, half dragging he managed to get Dean near the most crowded place of Bobbys collection of rusty cars and set him down where anyone just strolling by couldn't see him.
Once setting Deans body down, he didn't look at Dean again and walked toward Bobby's house. His shoes crunching in the gravel the only sound except the occasional caw of a bird flying by in the darkness.
He took his time walking to bobby's house, climbing up the steps slowly and Opened Bobby's back door. It creaked open, announcing his arrival.
Slowly walking toward the living room, he spotted Sam asleep on the bad next to the window and Bobby passed out on his desk, a cup of whiskey still in his hand.
Cas decided not to wake them until tomorrow, and then he would tell them the bad news.
He realised Deans body would get quit smelly but that didn't seem to matter, they would burn him in the morning.
He carefully sat down and rested his head in his hands. Before he knew it, the heaviness of the night weighed down on him and he felt asleep.

The next morning he got woken up by shacking.
Cas groaned as his eyes slowly opened to a blurry figure of Sam.
"Cas! cas! where's Dean?" Sam asked, a hint of worry in his Voice.
Suddenly the night before came rushing back to him and his eyes stung a bit and he sat up, a small sound escaping his tight throat.
"Cas! are you alright!?" he asked.
Cas was silent for a moment. "I'm not fine Sam. I....." He couldn't finish.
Sam stared down at him.
"What?"
"I-Its... Dean."
"What about Dean?"
"He's....he's...... Dead." Cas hung his head, mostly to hide his face.
"W-what!" Sam demanded. "Where is he?!"
Cas didn't look up.
"Out in the junk yard. I couldn't bring him in. "
With that Sam was running though the house and out into the misty morning. "Dean!" Sam screamed, hoping for an answer.
Nothing.
He began to search frantically, looking in and under any car he could find.
He finally found him in a rusty mini van laying down.
"Dean!" Sam yelled in anguish. "Dean! oh god no!"
He opened the car door, the smell hitting him, and climbed in to cradle his bloody, broken body.
"Dean! please!" he begged.
Sam cradled Dean, tears running down his face and he screamed Deans name till his voice was scratchy and his throat was hoarse.
Dean was dead and he couldn't do anything about it. At least, not yet.