Destiel Oneshots

5. Don't Be Afraid

A/N: Warning, this one is going to be sad as heck. -Jordan 

And there the angel lay, still. 

His always dazzling blue eyes were gaunt and empty, his dark hair caked in blood, his trademark trench coat reduced to light cinders caught in the wind.

And there was the human, holding the broken angel in his arms. 

The man had tears sliding down his ashen cheeks. His green eyes were vividly contrasted in red from those tears.

"Cas," the human whimpered, cradling his head and tracing his thumb over the angel's cheek bone.

Dean Winchester bit his lip, yet another tear tracing a dirty streak down his face. He inclined his head and touched his forehead lightly to the dead man's.

A memory came to him, clear as day, though maybe not of this day.

Dean's mother when he was young. Mary Winchester.  He wasn't able to sleep that night and his mother found him wandering around downstairs at one in the morning. She picked him up and walked him back to his room, balancing the boy who was almost too big to carry on her hip.

When they got there, she laid him in his bed, tucked in the covers. She then sang him a song to help fall asleep.

And now, as the broken human rocked on his knees, he sang.

Hey Jude, Don't make it bad
Take a sad song and make it better.
Remember to let her into your heart 
Then you can start to make it better.

Words couldn't describe how Dean felt. Sam had been dead for three years. All he had was his angel and how, he too is gone.

Hey Jude, Don't be afraid
You were made to go out and get her.
The minute you let her under your skin
Then you begin to make it better.

The words came out scratchy and his voice broke on the high note but Dean couldn't have cared any less. He couldn't care about anything other then the man in his lap.

And any time you feel the pain,
Hey Jude, refrain.
Don't carry the world upon your shoulders.
Well you know that it's a fool
Who plays it cool
While making his world a little colder.

Dean had finally kissed the angel he had so many feelings for just earlier that day. It now seemed like lifetimes ago. Years of bottling up how he felt about his best friend and Cas ends up broken, fallen and dead in his arms. 

Hey Jude, don't let me down
You have found her, now go and get her.
Remember to let her into your heart,
Then you can start to make it better.

He didn't even get the chance to say goodbye.

So let it out and let it in
Hey Jude, begin.
You're waiting for someone to perform with.
And don't you know that it's just you,
Hey Jude, you do.
The moment you need is on your shoulder.

He didn't even get  chance to tell Cas he loved him.

Hey Jude, don't make it bad.
Take a sad song and make it better.
Remember to let her under your skin
Then you begin to make it better.

Dean's voice was filled with anguish as he finished the song. His ever new tears fell onto Cas' dirty face, the human wiped them off, smearing more dirt onto the gaunt skin but not caring.

He then lowered his lips to the angel's forehead and gave him a long kiss, taking in the smell of his hair, his smooth skin, the remnants of the man one last time. 

He broke away and lifted Castiel's dead body in his arms, bridal style and put him in the back seat of the Impala. Then with a deep breathe, he got out, opened the trunk full of guns, munitions and anything else a hunter needed in his arsenal and took out a gallon of gasoline.

Pouring it around his car in a wide circle, he threw it to the ground, tears still falling in silence. There only was silence.

He stood stalk still for a moment before reopening the car door and crawling in next to his best friend's body.

Then, with a flick of his lighter, the Impala was set aflame. 

Until the end, Dean refused to let go of Cas.