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Endings Are Hard

The one and only Aneonmoose decided that instead of writing an alternative ending for No Doubt, she'd write a sequel to it :) There is a third part coming, too, so look out for that! Also, special thanks to HaleyNycole01, LilyFrantzen and phanisnotonfire2009 for following me and making my day :) Of course, also thank you to anyone who followed me since I made this account over a year ago :D I love you all, live long and prosper and keep shipping!

Two weeks after Castiel's death and Dean was still holed up in his room, only emerging if there was a monster to kill. When on hunts, he ignored Sam's pleas, only focusing on making the abomintions suffer. Demon's used Castiel's death to make Dean hurt even more. However, that would backfire, as he thought up more and more ways to torture demons. He let Sam do all the interviewing, searching and exorcising. He just stabbed, slashed and burned. When hunts were over, he would return to his room, blasting music so loud that the walls shook. He didn't do it to annoy his younger brother, just to hide his sobbing. He hated showing weakness, especially to Sam. But Sam wasn't stupid. He'd see the way Dean never smiled anymore, how he had red, blotchy eyes every time he even peeked out of the room. Dean knew Sammy knew. That made it even worse.

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One night, as Sam was out on a beer run - Dean noticed Sam's been doing that a lot lately. He just hoped that it wasn't for demon blood again - Dean stood beside his bed, staring at all of his guns and knives. Brushing his fingers over his favorite, Glock 17, he picked it up, weighing it in his hand for a moment, checking the ammo levels. One regular bullet left. Smiling widely, put away all other weapons on the shelf above the headboard and grabbed a scrap of paper from the pad on his desk. 

Sam, 

I'll begin with an apology. This isn't your fault, but mine. I should have been paying attention to the road when I was driving. Now Cas is gone and it's all my fault. Please, don't make any deals. Have my guns, music (though you don't like it) and have Baby. I fixed her up, not fully, but she's drivable. Take care of her. Retire from hunting if you want to. I love you Sammy. Shame that it all ended this way. 

Dean. 

PS- I find out you're on the blood again, I'll come back and tear you a new one. 

Placing the note on his table again, he lay down on his bed, clutching a photo of Cas in one hand, bring his other to his temple. Squeezing his eyes shut as a tear rolled down his cheek, he pulled the trigger, the last thing he heard being the gunshot. 

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"Dean?" Castiel's voice rang out in his ears, as he opened his eyes to see Cas, healed and healthy above him, eyes filled with worry. Bringing his hand to his temple, he noted that his bullet wound was gone. Sitting up, he realised tehy were in the middle of a snow filled field, with nothing around for miles.

"Cas?" The hunter responded, throwing his arms around his boyfriend. Castiel, however, was fuming as he pushed Dean away.

"Dammit, Dean!" He yelled, glaring at the Winchester. "What did you do?! This isn't your time yet!" 

"I couldn't live without you anymore, Cas. I'm sorry!" Dean whispered, standing up and brushing himself off. 

"And did you even think about Sam? Have you any idea what he's doing now?" Cas shouted, rising. Dean shook his head slowly. Sighing, Cas pressed his fingers to Dean's forehead. 

Sam yelled out for Dean, checking every room in the bunker. When he reached Dean's door, he knocked tentatively. When he recieved no answer, he opened the door slightly. Seeing only the dim light of the bedside lamp, he thought Dean must have fallen asleep. He was proven wrong when the door was fully ajar and he spotted his brother, dead, on his bed, pistol in hand. Letting out an anguished scream, he fell at the side of the bed, sobbing into Dean's chest. Lifting the body, he hugged him like he did to Sam when Jake stabbed him. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the note on the table. Picking it up, he read it, putting a hand to his mouth. Immediately afterwards, he rushed downstairs, grabbing a bottle of whiskey and gulping half of it down. Then, he grabbed a wooden bowl as he began the summoning spell.

"Oh my God, Sam! Can't we stop him somehow?!" Castiel just shook his head, his breathing heavy. 

"He's going to suceed eventually, and then guess what? He'll have to choose between you or me. Then you'll kill yourself again, like the absolute imbecile you are! I told you I'd be watching over you, I told you that when your time came, we'd meet here. But, no, I'm Mr Dean Winchester, the idiot who just can't accept the fact that people come and go, and there's nothing you can do to change it! You son of a bitch, Dean, look what you've done!" Castiel shouted, lifting his hand to slap Dean. Dean was faster, grabbing his boyfriend's arm before it made contact with his face. 

"I'm sorry, Cas. I am. But I love you too much! I just couldn't let you go! The guilt was eating me up! It's better this way. Sam won't be hurting anymore and we can be together forever!" Dean sobbed, tears streaming down his face. Castiel's nostrils flared and, using the other hand, he punched Dean. His head flew to the side with the impact.

"What the Hell is wrong with you, Dean?! He won't be hurting anymore?! Are you blind?!" Cas screamed, folding his arms across his chest, turning his back to his sobbing boyfriend.

"You messed up, Dean Winchester. I hope you're happy with yourself."