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Pairing: Dean x Castiel

Word count: 407

Summary: Cas professes his love to Dean a little too late

Warnings: angst, sad ending, character death, canon level violence

A/N: ok so this is my first time writing anything but the idea came to me when I was trying to go to sleep and I literally wrote it out in my head. Feedback is gratefully appreciated :)

(GIF is not mine)

“Hey no, no come on Cas, look at me, don’t close your eyes” Dean pleaded to Cas’ limp body.

“Hey look at me we can fix you up and get you right as rain, you hear me Cas” he says as he lifts Cas’ chin up so he can look into his eyes.

The trenchcoat that he loves so much stained with his blood. Pain littered his face as he tries taking deep breaths.

“It’s ok dean” Cas rasps as he looks into Deans panicked eyes.

“I’ve lived a long life, a happy one since you’ve come into it. 11 years with you and Sam by my side. It’s been an honour to call you my friend” He coughs the last part as some blood comes up.

“Hey no don’t talk like that Cas, we can get you fixed up just hold on a bit longer. You’ve walked off worse” Dean tries to convince either Cas or himself, he’s not quite sure anymore.

“I love you Dean Winchester. I should’ve told you sooner, it’s a little late now. I have loved every minute of being with you. I don’t want to go without telling you that.” He wheezes.

“Dean listen to me. You need to keep fighting, you need to finish this battle. Sam needs you. I’ll be waiting for you when it’s your time.” It’s his last words as he lifts his hand to place on Dean’s arm, right where he first held him all those years ago as he gripped him tight and raised him from perdition.

Dean watches on, tears running down his face as he watches the man he loves die in his arms. He never got to say it back.

“No, no, no Cas please come back. Please Cas I didn’t say it back. I love you Cas. Come on now open your eyes” Dean cries and pleads into Cas’ body.

He doesn’t know how long it’s been sitting with Cas’ body in his arms, crying and pleading to come back. He starts to see light coming in through the big warehouse windows. The tears have stained his face, eyes bloodshot and red, hands cradling Cas.

He leaves one last shaky kiss onto Cas’ forehead before he leans him against the wall. Standing up and wiping his cheeks from stray tears, he picks up his gun and starts to walk out of the huge warehouse doors.

It’s time to finish the fight

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