Well hello there.

I will update my other fic once I actually get some rewiews holy shit.

It wasn't supposed to happen like this. It wasn't supposed to happen, Dean was supposed to get there in time, was supposed to save him...

Things don't always happen as planned.

"Cas, Cas, please... Cas, stay with me."

It's not fair.

"Why did you have to do that? Why didn't you just stay with Sam like I'd said?"

Dean can't look. He won't.

He can't stop himself.

Dean chokes on a sob when he looks, really looks. It's worse than he'd thought, blood everywhere, matted in Castiel's dark hair, streaming down his face mixed with both Dean's and his own tears. His clothes tattered by the claws of the werewolf that had tried to rip into his chest.

Dean was too late.

"Please, Cas. Please. You- You can't! You idiot, you can't leave me here!"

His anger is irrational, but he can't help himself.

"D-Dean," Castiel chokes out, his clouded eyes searching for something until finally the faded blue met the glassy green. "I-I'm sorry," he whispered, his lips quirking into a small smile. "I fucked up."

Dean shook his head. "Cas, you listen to me. You're going to be okay. You are going to be okay." He couldn't do this without Castiel. He just couldn't.

Castiel took a shaky breath, coughing up blood all over himself. Neither of them noticed.

Castiel swallowed and tried again. "Dean... I am going to die." Always so straightforward.

Dean clutched the fabric of Castiel's shirt, helping him sit up againt the brick wall behind them. "No. No, you are not. Okay? You are not!"

Castiel flinched and Dean apologized. "Dean," Castiel started, cutting himself off with a wheezing breath. The light was fading from his eyes as he bled out. Dean was desperately trying to stop the wounds, but it was too much. He'd lost so much already... "Dean," Castiel started again. "I need... To tell you something..."

Dean swallowed, putting on a brave face. He needed to be strong for Castiel even though all he really wanted to do was cry. To cry and never stop, because this was his best friend and he couldn't do anything to save him. He couldn't stop this.

He had failed.

"What is it, Cas? Tell me."

Castiel reached out, his arm shaking with the effort. Finally it touched Dean's face, his thumb tracing Dean's jaw, smearing blood.

Again, neither of them noticed.

"Tell me," Dean repeated, clutching Castiel's arm like a lifeline.

Castiel took a few shallow, shuddering breaths. It was getting difficult for him to speak now, but he forced the words out. "I-If this... I guess this is my... My last chance to say it..."

Dean's eyes widened and he bit his lip, choking back his sobs.

"D-Dean Winchester, I-" The light faded from Castiel's eyes faded before he could finish the sentence. It hung in the air, heavy. Dean sobbed, then, burying his face into Castiel's bloody chest where his heart was.

It wasn't beating.

It would never beat again.

He cried for a long time, he felt the last of the heat fade away from Castiel's he pulled back, his tears having streaked through the brown-red of Castiel's blood. He leaned forwards, gently kissing Castiel's cold, dead lips. "I love you, too," he whispered.

"I love you, too, you idiot."

{{And yes, that was a Doctor Who referance you are so welcome}}