The Voice

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I placed a hand on the window ledge. I In your special little place yet, Castiel? A voice echoed through my head. My back burned at the voice's words and I winced. Wanna not forget the mess you made? The fault you caused? The voice got louder and louder with each word.

    "NO!" I covered my face with my hands, screaming for the voice to stop. It kept filling my head up with these words. Telling me it's all my fault. I lost it, sobbing loudly, screaming. I felt my shoulder got shaken.

    "CAS!" Dean yelled, shaking my shoulder. He had stopped the car some time ago, I didn't even   feel it stop. I looked at him, wide eyed, tears going down my face. When he saw me look at him, his expression softened.

    "Dean, it's all my fault." My voice cracked. "The angels fell. And it's all my fault." I felt more tears slip down my face. "M-M-Metatron tricked me." I sobbed louder. "He took my wings and grace." I said in between sobs. "I feel like such an idiot! I just feel so worthless..." Dean's hand gently rubbed my shoulder in circles. I suddenly wrap my arms around him, feeling the weight on my chest dissipate.

    It had been a couple minutes but eventually I calmed down. "Dean," I whispered. "Thank you." I squeezed my arms a bit around his sides. I felt his arms hug me back.

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