My wings

The end to be...

Author POV

It had been three mournful months, since Cas's death, and no one had been prepared for the damage it would do to Dean.

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"Another one," an intoxicated Dean nearly shouted to the bartender. Wiping the alcohol remaining on his face.

Since the accident he had left Sam, with no hope on seeing his younger brother ever again. The bartender poured more whiskey into Dean's glass, clearly annoyed with Dean's rudeness. 

"Do you have a safe ride home tonight?" the bartender asked Dean, Dean raised one eyebrow.

"I'll be fine," Dean quickly replied, patting the man on the shoulder, and placing the money on the counter. He walked back to his beautiful car, stumbling many times, till he got into the drivers side.

"Hey baby, where should we go today?" Dean patted the steering wheel, then nodded, "yeah, I suppose you're right, maybe it is time."

He sped off, driving to the nearest hotel, but before he paid, he realized that there wasn't a point on doing so. He would have to waste his money on a place he didn't want to be, there was no place he wanted to be.

So Dean hopped back into Baby, and drove with no clue where he was going. He drove until, he felt extremely tired, pulling over to the side of the road. 

The next morning was difficult, he felt an extrutionizing painful headache and felt sick to his stomach, another side effect of getting drunk, hangovers. Dean rolled his eyes to the thought of not having any water, to help his hangover. He stepped out of the vehicle, standing in the middle of the road. The next thing he saw was a set of bright lights coming at him, suddenly he was consumed by darkness.
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Sam woke to Asia blasting, it was his phone. He dashed out of bed, tripping over his blankets, to find his phone. He finally found it, lying in between his desk and the wall, he missed the call from an unknown number, probably spam.

He sluggishly made his bed, then walked through the bunker to the kitchen, with Dean gone, Sam could wake up at any time and turn all the lights on. Sam had never admitted it, but he had always slightly been afraid of the dark, probably it was the fact of the unknown.

He reached the coffee pot, upset that he didn't start it last night, that was always what Dean would do. It had been hard transition for Sam, he always counted on Dean and suddenly Dean disappeared from his life.

Asia blasted again, through his pocket, Sam quickly picked the phone up.

"Hello, Bobby?"

"Hey kid, how are you doing, with Dean gone and all?" Bobby asked concerned. Sam sighed heavily.

"I'm doing better, I just can't imagine what he's going through, with the fact he lost the love of his life," Sam said, memories of that flower- patched night flooding his mind.

"I tried calling, he won't answer me, have you tried?"

"Bobby, I have tried more than you can imagine, he doesn't want to be found," Sam said disappointed.

"That damn boy, always doing what he wants," Bobby cussed.

"He's very stubborn," Sam stated.

"Just like his ol' pops," Bobby suggested, Sam couldn't agree more.

"I got to go Bobby, see you soon," and with that Sam hung the phone up.

Sam sighed heavily and realized he had to go to the nice coffee place near the bunker. He went to the garage and picked out another one of the cars, it was a blue ford mustang. He missed Baby, even though he never had the connection she and Dean had, he still had a different connection with her.

He arrived at the small cafe, it was small, with red walls and a white tiled floor, when he walked in he heard a small ding. The woman behind the counter, carried a large smile.

"Hello, how can I help you?" the woman kindly asked, Sam peered over the menu hanging behind the woman, named Traci. 

"I'll do a Americano, please," Sam said, showing the smile he had today.

"That'll be four dollars and ninety- seven cents, would you like the receipt?" She said, offering the receipt.

"Um...no I'm fine," he declined, passing her a five dollar bill, she began to get the three cents, "no keep the change." Sam quickly said, giving her a quick smile.

"Thank you," she passed him his drink, "and have a nice day sir."  With that Sam exited the building. He drove home, parking the car, and finally sat down, taking a sip of his coffee. Instantly regretting his choice, but he drank it anyway, as he watched the news on T.V.

"Man killed on highway 22, Mankato, MN" Sam turned it up, "the man's car was parked on the side of the road, when the man steps out of his vehicle, an incoming semi-truck hits him," Sam paused it, and looked in horror as he saw the car the dead man drove, a black '67 impala, with the plates if KAZ 2Y5. The dead man was his older brother, Dean.

Sam tried calling Bobby, but he didn't pick up. He threw his phone against the wall. He tried to get his anger of by yelling, but it didn't work. It had been an hour or so and Sam heard a knock at the bunker door.

He cautiously got up, grabbing his gun, and slowly ascended the stairs. He finally opened the door to a man in a trench coat and suit with a blue tie, he had dark hair, electifying blue eyes and slight gruff. The most fantasizing thing was, his black wings, stretched out, he was an angel.

"Do I know you?" Sam questioned, the man tilted his head slightly.

"Do you know a man named Dean Winchester?"  the man said in a graveling, low voice.

"Um...yeah he's my brother, who are you?" Sam asked, confused. 

"I am Castiel," the man stated.

"Cas?" Sam said in awe and the man merely nodded.

This is the end, thank you for all the support, please read my other stories to come. Sorry for the short chapter, and thanks for reading. If you want a sequel just message me separately, or post in the comments. Don't forget, if you liked this chapter vote. :)

-The author, MJ