Falling Away At Dawn, a Dean/Cas ficlet
Title: Falling Away at Dawn
Rating: G
Pairing: Dean/Cas
Warnings: Character Death
Word Count: 358
A/N Really not a writer, but this hit me when I was at work, if you can imagine and came out when I got home. Hope you like it. Sorry about the character death...
Dean had stumbled into the bed late, bruised and battered. He hunted like his existence depended on it. Maybe it did. They had not seen Cas, they had nothing, and his heart was gone.
So when he felt warm arms wrap around him in the night, stirring in his sleep, he thought it was another dream. Where Cas was safe and warm. Where they were taking care of each other and all was OK. As his eyes opened he realized someone was there, smelled the warm scent of something like cinnamon and honey. He bolted upright reaching for his gun.
“Dean…” A voice croaked out, barely a whisper.
“Cas? Cas! Are they, are you?”
“They are..gone. Dean I do not have much time. Please, lay with me. I want to feel my head on your shoulder.”
Pain shot through his core and he lay down, the Angel laying across his chest, breathing coming in ragged gasps.
“I am sorry Dean, I want to remember this.”
“Cas, I’m sorry too. You’re scaring me. We can have lots of times like this, yeah? Now they’re gone…”
“Dean I am, burned up. I let them go, but I am no longer an Angel, or a God, I am just Castiel.”
Dean felt tears wetting his chest and they may as well have been poison eating away at his everything.
“Cas, you’ll be OK. Just rest, we’ll call Bobby in the morning.”
“Dean, I have one desire in this life. “
“I know.” Dean tilted his head and kissed him softly. Cas sighed, a breath of spring into the cold air of winter that fell over the room.
“Yes.” Cas muttered. “Should we say it?”
“We know it.”
“Yes.”
“Rest, tomorrow we’ll figure it out.”
“Dean…” Cas fell into what seemed slumber, body limp and exhausted. Dean pulled him in like a man protecting his child from being lost in the world. He knew that there would not be a morning.
Cas fell away in the soft light of the dawn. When Sam woke to Dean clutching Cas closely, sobbing softly into his hair he quietly walked out of the motel room.
Rating: G
Pairing: Dean/Cas
Warnings: Character Death
Word Count: 358
A/N Really not a writer, but this hit me when I was at work, if you can imagine and came out when I got home. Hope you like it. Sorry about the character death...
Dean had stumbled into the bed late, bruised and battered. He hunted like his existence depended on it. Maybe it did. They had not seen Cas, they had nothing, and his heart was gone.
So when he felt warm arms wrap around him in the night, stirring in his sleep, he thought it was another dream. Where Cas was safe and warm. Where they were taking care of each other and all was OK. As his eyes opened he realized someone was there, smelled the warm scent of something like cinnamon and honey. He bolted upright reaching for his gun.
“Dean…” A voice croaked out, barely a whisper.
“Cas? Cas! Are they, are you?”
“They are..gone. Dean I do not have much time. Please, lay with me. I want to feel my head on your shoulder.”
Pain shot through his core and he lay down, the Angel laying across his chest, breathing coming in ragged gasps.
“I am sorry Dean, I want to remember this.”
“Cas, I’m sorry too. You’re scaring me. We can have lots of times like this, yeah? Now they’re gone…”
“Dean I am, burned up. I let them go, but I am no longer an Angel, or a God, I am just Castiel.”
Dean felt tears wetting his chest and they may as well have been poison eating away at his everything.
“Cas, you’ll be OK. Just rest, we’ll call Bobby in the morning.”
“Dean, I have one desire in this life. “
“I know.” Dean tilted his head and kissed him softly. Cas sighed, a breath of spring into the cold air of winter that fell over the room.
“Yes.” Cas muttered. “Should we say it?”
“We know it.”
“Yes.”
“Rest, tomorrow we’ll figure it out.”
“Dean…” Cas fell into what seemed slumber, body limp and exhausted. Dean pulled him in like a man protecting his child from being lost in the world. He knew that there would not be a morning.
Cas fell away in the soft light of the dawn. When Sam woke to Dean clutching Cas closely, sobbing softly into his hair he quietly walked out of the motel room.