He often wondered if angels cried.

Now he had his answer, as hot salty tears fell onto his face in torrents of light blue hues.

They matched his eyes, his angel's eyes. Each tear sparkling and iridescent, splashing so hard they bounced off the back of his hand.

But tears weren't the only stain upon his rough, tanned skin.

Red... deep red! Red inky blood seeping through fingers, pooling onto the grey, concrete ruin of a sidewalk alley, before sinking into its porous depths.

His life force leaking slowly from him, his insides threatening to spill themselves, and still the angel cries.

"Cas?"

A raspy croak, taken with one last breath.

One last breath before the lull of blackness overpowers him, promising oblivion!
It's cold grasp welcoming him like a lost child into the arms of nothingness.

Gone!
No more!

Just the tears of a fallen angel spilling in his wake.