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Truce (Destiel) [Song Fic] //ENG//

Okay cette fic est en anglais et je vais y parsemer les paroles d'une chanson, Truce, des Twenty-One Pilots. 
J'espère que vous aimerez malgré la frontière de la langue !

Bonne lecture ! ^-^

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Dean was snuggled against Castiel, shaking, bleeding. He was breathing with difficulty, his hand against his huge wound on his side.
The angel was holding him, panicked, petting his hair and whispering that everything was going to be alright.

Because it has to. Dean could not die. It wasn't possible. Not Dean. Not his Dean.

Castiel was holding his tears back. It was going to be alright. Sam will arrive soon. He will save them. They won't stay stuck here, in this terrible hole, hidden like rats. Someone will save Dean.

Castiel put his chin on Dean's head, grabbing his clothes.

- Hold on, Dean. It's gonna be alright.

- No, Cass, it won't. I'm dying and you know it.

- Don't say that, whispered the angel. You'll live, I promise you.

Castiel swallowed, mortified, trying so hard to keep faith.

- Sam's gonna arrive soon, Dean. Just hold on a little bit longer.

Dean groaned weakly, fighting his pain.

- He won't, Cass. He can't. He won't find us.

- He will, insisted Castiel with a trembling voice. Don't worry.

- Cass...

The angel made him shut up by rocking him softly. Dean grabbed his shoulder, trying to be strong as much as he could.

- This sons of a bitches of demons didn't hold back, hum ? muttered Dean, shaking weakly.

- Dean I'm so sorry, cried Castiel. I should have saved you, I should have protected you.

- Cass, no. There's nothing you could have done with all of this sigils. Those sons of bitches were prepared against us, we had no chance.

Castiel bitted his lips, holding his tears back.

- I won't let you die.

- I know you won't, Cass but be realistic, you can't heal me, those demons are seeking us, we're trapped here in the middle of nowhere and Sam isn't coming...just admit it : I won't make it.

Castiel shaked his head.

- No. No, stay alive. Dean, stay alive for me. Please.

Dean grabbed his hand. A violent wave of pain hit him, making him whine. He hold Cass' hand strongly, fighting to breathe.

- I can try, he said weakly.

Cass petted Dean's hair, nervously.

- It's gonna be alright, he burbled, more for himself than for Dean. It's gonna be okay.

He lifted his head. He was able to see little rays of sunlight from the bottom of the crevasse. The sun was raising.

- It's day