Stuff About Destiel

Let Me Go

Plot: Dean has the mark and Crowley is influencing him badly and he's pretty fucked up

More underlying destiel in this one. The fan art is completely irreverent.

MAJOR CHARTER DEATH
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Come on just a little further. There's a pay phone right there, move damn it!

Dean collapsed onto the black pavement in complete an utter exhaustion. The human(mostly) body can only take so much, demon marks don't exactly understand that concept.

Dean knew he couldn't make it to the phone. He knew he shouldn't have went with Crowley, and he knew that trying to kill all of those demons alone was as stupid as getting that damn Mark of Cain; especially with its powers fading. He needs help. Who would help him though? The only thing that could would be Cas. But would he? After what Dean did? He has to try though. He's Dean's only shot.

"Cas, I need you now." He struggled out. "Please."

"Dean!" An urgent voice rang out. "Dammit, you idiot. What have you done." The angel dropped to his knees, and picked up the fragile man.

"Sorry," he tried to joke. The hunter attempted to laugh, stupidly, seeing as it only caused him to cough violently, accompanied with some blood that pool in his mouth. The angel couldn't think of what to do. He didn't have enough power to heal the idiotic hunter. What could he do!

"It's okay, Dean." He lied in false assurance. "It's okay, we'll get through this. We'll get through it together."

"We always do, angel." Dean strained. His eyes started to roll back, and lids began to close.

"No, Dean." Castiel growled in desperation. "No stay awake. Stay awake for me." Dean forced his eyes open, but things were getting harder to maintain. "There you go, just focus on me." With that Castiel flew to the younger Winchester.

"Sam, help." Castiel urged all but falling onto the linoleum floor.

"Cas? What's happened?" Sam quaked, falling down beside of his brother and his angel.

"I don't know he called to me, he was on the side of a road." Cas rushed. "Sam, I-I can't help him." Sam's head snapped up to the angel.

"What?"

"I-I have hardly any grace. Even if I did give him all I have, he would still die, along with me." Castiel explained eyes never leaving the dying man.

Sam fell beside his brother and took his other hand. If Dean had only waited for his brother to come back upstairs they wouldn't be in this mess.

"Hey, Sammy." Dean choked out. Sam stifled a sob that racked his large frame. He needed to stay strong now.

"What did you do?" The taller man asked in attempt to make this process easier for his brother.

"The ol' king of hell set up a little play date for me and some demons, the mark didn't approve of it, though." Dean explained in a joking manner. Sam wanted to slap his brother for being so casual in the situation, but held back; because if that's what made it easier for him, then Sam would go along with it. Sam's smile dropped, though, when Dean's face turned completely serious. "Don't try to gank Crowley for this. I did this all on my own. Just let me go this time, okay?"

"Dean-"

"Okay?" He interrupted. Sam nodded, not really knowing if he could, but thought it would be the best thing to do at the moment. Dean's body was racked with another round of coughs. Once Dean could breath again(eh), he looked at the men on either side of him, his family. "Come on now, what's with all the tears?"

"You're a lot to lose, Dean." Castiel spoke up for the first time in a while.

"I'm sorry, Cas." Dean said weakly squeezing the angel's hand as much as he could manage. Castiel leaned down an laid a kiss on Dean's forehead. When he looked at him again his eyes were closed and his mouth slack.

"Dean!" He shook the man. "Dean, come on!"

"Cas," Sam said placing a hand on the angel's forearm. "He's gone man."