The Future

Cassy's Future

He was a nice man, who I later found to be an angel. Honestly didn't faze me in the least, I'm a hunter after all, I see all the weird things in the world. Hell I even shot a rouge Unicorn in France in the spring of 2117, but that was already like 10 years ago.

Today, I was taking a day off to organize my house, and make some legit food. The familiar sound of wings pulled me from my task.

"Hi Cassy. What's up?" I ask turning to face him. "Wow, hey buddy. You okay?" His face sort of sags and, his eyes are red and puffy.

"Atta?" he asks, I took his arm and lead him into the den, pressing a hand on the wall the couch rose up from the floor and the bean bags that were sitting there before dematerialized back into my carpet.

"What happened Cassy?" I tried again.

"Today is November 2nd is it not?" he asked me in a hoarse voice.

"Yes? But what's so bad about November 2nd, Cassy?" I was terrified to know the answer, but I knew that I had to know.

Cassy pulled out three leather wallets, he opened one examined the contents, then put it back in his pocket, examined the second one then replaced it in his pocket. By process of elimination he didn't have to look at what was inside, he just handed it to me. I opened the wallet, finding it older dark leather to be soft and worn.

No ID, no credit cards, no cash, but there was a photo set in the pocket. I pulled out the pictures and looked at Cassy.

"They used to call me 'Cas'. That was the original abbreviation of my name," he said off handedly. I opened the photo set.

The first picture was of a man with short spiky hair, green eyes, and a face that said, "I've seen it all, done it all, been to hell in and back, but I'll still laugh at jokes and give hugs,"

The next was a picture of a tall man with long brown hair, and a sweet sad smile. He reminded me of a puppy, moose, cupcake hybrid.

The next picture was the same two men together, smiling and laughing.

The last one was the two men sitting on the hood of Cassy's very old, vintage car.

"Cassy, who are these men? When were these pictures taken?"

"Their names were Sam and Dean Winchester, they were my best friends," he said simply.

"When?" I handed him the wallet.

"Those photographs were taken in 2014, they owned that car before I did," he said. The pieces began to fit together.

"It's not just November 2nd is it, Cassy?" I ask gently.

"Their mother died today, in the year 1983. Sam died today in the year 2042, Dean died today in the year 2050... This is not a good day Atta,"

"But you are an angel, why didn't you bring them back? You brought me back,"

"I did bring them back. Countless times, Atta. Dean had the hand print, but not Sam because he lost his soul, but we got it back, but this time I could not bring them back,"

"Why?" I whispered.

"They died from something that I couldn't save them from," his voice broke.

"What?"

"Age,"

"What?" I was actually a little shocked.

"Sam passed away from a form of cancer that we did not see until it was too late, I could not heal him and he did not want to be healed. He went to Heaven,"

"I'm sorry Cassy..." I wrapped my arms around him.

"It was worse with Dean. He began to grow forgetful. He acquired the illness dementia, he forgot me, Atta. He forgot Sam. He forgot his wife. He forgot his son, and his granddaughter. And then he died, on the day that Sam died. And his mother died. He asked me that morning, what his last name was. He forgot who he was. He forgot everything. And I couldn't heal him, Atta."

Cassy leaned over me, burring his head in the crook of my neck, sobbing sadly. I will 100% admit, I cried. I didn't even know these men, but Cassy did. And he had to watch them die in ways that he couldn't control. He had to stand by while his best friend forgot who he was. It broke my heart.

"I'll try not to age too fast," I giggle a bit. I can feel him smile a bit on my shoulder and hug me tighter, as if I could be ripped away from him at any moment. Which I guess is true, but will never happen.

"Atta?" he asks.

"Yeah?"

"When you go, I'm coming with you. And I'm not returning to Earth,"

"Why?" I asked not letting go.

"Father told us to love humans, that's what I did. But it hurts too much. I cannot love any more humans after you. They slip away too easily, their lives are too short in comparison to mine. I don't like feeling this way Atta. So when you go, I will go with you,"