The Price of Immortality- A Supernatural Fanfiction

The Price of Immorality

Love is a weird thing. Castiel has seen countless nations rise and fall, seen billions of people die in what to him is just the blink of an eye. He's seen millions of people getting killed by their own kind. He's seen thousands and thousands of people die from just one person, each of the deaths covering their hands with blood and leaving a stain on their soul that could never be washed off. Castiel himself has killed just as many by the touch of a finger tip. He's seen all of this, and yet he's never given it much thought before now. Before he had to face death firsthand.

Castiel has always seen deaths as something below him. To him death was a weakness, an imperfection in God's prized collection. Humans lived out their short little lives, however insignificant they may be, and then they were handed into heavens care. To him their lives were meaningless, as one can leave nothing more than a dot in the grand scheme of things (or so he thought at the time.)

Castiel was always a loyal servant of God. Never did he disobey an order and nor did he ever consider it. He did as he was told without the blink of an eye, even when he was ordered to kill. This was until he rescued the holy man from perdition and started to see the fault in his ways. Castiel learned to fight for man, not because he cared for mankind, but because he cared for a man and he believed it was the right thing to do, so Castiel believed him. Castiel became Cas. and willingly gave up everything for this man just because he asked. He fought against his brothers and sisters, his only family, just to save another family. He laid his life down for them more times then he could count, and even actually died for them on multiple occasions. Cas lost everything, but gained something in the process. He gained a true family, one that actually cared for him, and eventually he even gained love.

. . .

Cas stands next to three unmarked graves. The sky above is gray and rain falls down on his face. It was a sight to behold, an angel mourning the lives of two measly humans, but to Cas they weren't just humans. To Cas they were his family who he would give anything for. He'd even give up his own life if it meant that they could keep theirs. If only that was possible.

But instead the saviors of humanity were gone, with no one to remember them except the hunters who heard about what they've done and the people who they've saved, both of which were already long gone by now. Now the only things to remember them by are three unmarked graves which don't even have bodys in them, the 1967 Chevy Impala that Cas still keeps and uses his remaining grace to fix, and an empty shell of an angel who mourns they're death more and more with every passing day but stays alive to keep their memory.

Cas kneels down and places yellow flowers on Sam's and Jack's grave and a single rose on Deans. Sam was fifty when it was his time to go. He had died thirty years before death finally came for Dean. Sam was at home with his wife Eileen and his daughter Charlie, named after the Winchesters friend who had died in what felt like forever ago. It was a vampire attack that finally took the younger Winchester down for good. Sam didn't get the ending he wanted. He didn't go out in a blaze of glory or died so his family could make it out and survive. The attack was unexpected and in the end they all died together, not even twenty minutes apart. The saved Sam for last, basking in the glory of being the demise of one of the infamous Winchesters.

The death of his brother had taken its toll on Dean. When he heard about the death Dean denied it, believing that Sam would come back like they always had in the past. Even after they burned Sam's body he still believed that one day Sam would appear on his doorstep once again, alive and well. As the months past Dean kept telling himself this.

"He's okay. He's just gonna come back again. It's going to be fine," Dean said, trying to convince himself more than anyone else. But this time everything wasn't going to be fine and even Dean, as stubborn as he may be, eventually had to accept that he was dead.