I'm Sorry My Weeping Angel (Destiel fanfiction)

(THE ORIGINAL)(part 13)

Hey, so if you missed this is NOT an a original story; I found it on Tumblr ( https://m-arci-a.tumblr.com/?ref_url=https://m-arci-a.tumblr.com/post/99594608905/m-arci-a-fallencannibal-m-arci-a/embed ) by m-arci-a 

heres  the original :

but can you imagine

One day Dean is looking for Castiel but he finds a statue. The statue is unbelievably similar to Cas so he comes closer to it. Dean looks at it's face. Despair and sorrow are painted all over it. The statue is crying. Dean raises his hand and touches the cheek of the stone angel. And then he blinks. The statue disappears. Dean is shocked and he quickly turns around. The last thing he's able to hear is weeping.

" It's your fault... It's all your fault...! "

It had been three months since they last saw Cas. Three months since he had shown up on the bunkers front steps, dirty and shivering as if the frigid December air had been affecting him. Three months since the angel had explained that he wasn't an angel anymore. Three months since he had last been seen by anyone.

One week after Cas had disappeared, Dean started calling up hunters. He put out feelers for anyone who could find him, and Sam told him that surely he would show up soon. "Where could he have gone?" he pointed out, and went back to organizing and researching.

Two weeks after the angel had left Sam began worrying too. The brothers put out missing person reports and looked everywhere they could think of for him to go. They put Charlie on the case and told her to call as soon as anything came up, she swore she would and set to work. No calls came.

Three weeks, four weeks, five weeks passed and still nothing. It was as if the angel had fallen off the face of the planet, no one had seen or heard from him since he had visited the boys. Two months into the search Sam gave up, convincing himself that if Castiel wanted to be found he would show up somewhere. Dean on the other hand, he didn't give, couldn't give up. Sleepless nights plagued him as he searched and searched while his brother became more and more worried for his health.

But Sam didn't know what the hunter had told the angel- fallen angel now, as Cas had told them. The younger brother had no idea what Castiel had confessed, had no clue that he had told Dean exactly why he had fallen and why he had shown up at the bunker in the middle of the night in December. Only Dean knew, and he would not rest until he found him, he swore that his last words to his best friend would not be the ones spoken that night, they couldn't be, they just couldn't.

On the Sunday marking the fourth month of the fallen angel's disappearance Sam dragged Dean out of the bunker onto a hunt. Despite the hunter's reluctance to leave the bunker, in case Cas showed up, he agreed. He could use a distraction.

"So get this," Sam said as they drove down the road, he had his laptop open and was reading articles out loud to catch up his brother on the case he had been tracking. "Cemetery in Lawrence, Kansas, people have been going in and not coming out."

"Weird," Dean stared off into the road, thinking about how Cas had left and never come back either. Maybe he shouldn't have come on this hunt, "You know Sammy maybe I should drop you off and head back just in case..."

His brother sighed, "In case what Dean? In case Cas comes back? If he shows up then I'm sure he can remember our phone numbers, he'll call if he needs us Dean. Don't worry about him right now, worry about this." He shoved a stack of newspapers into his lap, missing person's reports. "So I looked up all these people who went missing, and the weird thing is that they all had two results. A date of birth and a date of when they went missing, but there were also dates of birth and death for the exact same names but at least twenty years ago. Weird right?"

The older hunter mumbled something in the affirmative and kept driving; this was going to be a long case.

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