Countdown

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"Cas!" Dean checked the countdown on his phone. They only had 30 minutes left in Purgatory and he'd lost Castiel. He looked around frantically for the angel he'd known all these years. His best friend. "No no no..." He muttered anxiously. Dean thought of a way to reach him and swallowed his pride. Leaning against a tree, he prayed.
"Cas, Cas I hope you can hear me. Wherever you are, it's not too late. I should've stopped you. You're my best friend, but I just let you go, because it was easier than admitting I was wrong." Furrowing his brow in anger and confusion, he clenched his palm into a fist. Dean started to tear up and released the anger he held, along with his fist. He looked around once again, for Cas and subconsciously, to see if anyone saw him crying. He hated feeling vulnerable but Purgatory was quiet and no one was in sight. Crouching down to his knees, he continued, "I-I don't know why I get so angry. I just know that it's-it's just always been there. And when things go bad, it just-it comes out. And I can't-I can't stop it." A tear trailed down Dean's cheek as he remembered how awful he'd been to Cas; blaming him for Jack's death and making it harder on both of them to mourn their adoptive son. "No matter how...how bad I want to, I just can't stop it. And I forgive you-of course I forgive you. I'm sorry it took me so long, I'm sorry it took me 'til now to say it. Cas...I'm so sorry. Man, I hope you can hear me, I hope you can hear me."

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