Your warmth still lingers here...
Title: Your warmth still lingers here.
Author: fate_incomplete
Rating: R
Warnings: death!fic
Spoilers: vague season 6
Characters: Dean, Castiel
Word Count: 940
Summary: He slumped to his knees in the snow, his head bowing from the weight of his memories. They were so strong it was almost as if he could reach out and touch them. At times he didn’t know if they were a curse or a blessing. Either way, he knew he would never give them up. He couldn’t. They were all he had left.
A/N: written for a prompt from i_rise_inside. V not exactly the prompt you gave, but it is still a death fic.
Footsteps crunched loudly in the snow, the sound carrying in the quiet stillness of the forest. Snowflakes fell lazily catching on bare tree limbs, and settling on his shoulders. He entered a small clearing and brushed snow from a stone, revealing a grave marker.
He came here often, he couldn’t help it. He came here to mourn, to remember. He came here to feel. His breath frosted in the still air, but he ignored the cold. The entire world felt cold all too often now.
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They were surrounded. Castiel slammed the door shut and barricaded it, putting up whatever wards he could think of, not that they would be much use. Dean reloaded his gun with the last of his ammunition. He glanced at Castiel as he finished the last sigils. They said nothing, just shared a look. What was there to say?
Castiel stood by Dean’s side as both faced the door and waited. They could hear them coming, too many of them. They were cornered, nowhere left to run to. Both exhausted, both injured. They had been running for what seemed like weeks.
Castiel had lost whatever angel allies he had left and things weren’t going well. Raphael wanted him dead. It was too dangerous to go back to heaven, and he had been fighting skirmish after skirmish on earth. They had changed tactics and gone after Dean, knowing that Castiel would come to protect him
They didn’t know how the Raphael’s angels had found Dean. It didn’t really matter anymore. They were here, no more running. This was it, their last stand. At least it would be together.
“Dean,” Castiel whispered, his eyes pleading.
“No Cas,” Dean replied.
“It’s the only way.”
“Damn it Cas. No.”
“Dean, we are dead anyway. At least this way maybe you...”
“Cas,” Dean pleaded, knowing it was an argument he couldn’t win.
Castiel had suggested a plan hours ago that was plain suicidal, at least for the angel. Dean had talked him out of it, just. He didn’t know if he could do it again. After all, what did they really have to lose? Castiel was right, they were dead one way or the other. It just didn’t sit right. The angel had sacrificed everything too often because of him. It looked like he would do it again, one last time.
“I’m sorry Cas,” Dean whispered, as he felt the last resistance against the idea slip away. “They wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for me.”
“Dean it’s not your fault, they were after me.”
“But they found you because of me.”
“Dean...”
Castiel was interrupted by the rattling of the door. They were breaking through the defences Castiel had put up. Castiel pulled a knife from a pocket in his trench coat. Dean stared at it in the angel’s hand. Every fibre of him wanting to stop Castiel, but the look in his eyes stoped the words before they could leave his lips.
Castiel began to whisper in Enochian, chanting the words that would rip his grace from his body. An angelic nuclear bomb.
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He slumped to his knees in the snow, his head bowing from the weight of his memories. They were so strong it was almost as if he could reach out and touch them. At times he didn’t know if they were a curse or a blessing. Either way, he knew he would never give them up. He couldn’t. They were all he had left.
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He was too late. Before he could finish the incantation, the door was blasted to pieces, showering them both with debris. Raphael walked through the door, a dozen of his goons behind him.
Castiel kept mumbling in Enochian as he stared at Raphael, holding the dagger over his heart, ready to plunge it in once the incantation was finished. A noise to his left stopped the words on his lips. He looked across to Dean in time to see him slump to the floor.
“Dean!”
Castiel rushed to his side, ignoring the triumphant smile from Raphael. He cradled Dean’s head, his eyes fixated on the shrapnel from the door embedded in his chest. Blood oozed from the wounds soaking his shirt. In shock Castiel reached out to heal him.
“Cas I’m sorry.” Dean whispered, blood coating his lips. “I can’t let you die for me again.”
Castiel saw Dean’s hand moving, tracing a pattern on the floor with his own blood.
“No!” Castiel screamed as Dean slapped his hand on the banishing sigil he had drawn.
Dean disappeared from his sight in a white flash. Castiel appeared in an alley somewhere. A homeless man watched as he slumped to the ground, his hands still reaching for Dean. Silent tears falling, as he struggled to stand.
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Castiel closed his eyes. Snowflakes clinging to his eyelashes as a single tear fell. He tried to push the memory away, the memory of Dean’s cold body after he had gathered his senses from the banishing sigil and returned to him. There was nothing he could do. Dean had made a choice. He had saved him, in more ways than one, yet destroyed him at the same time.
Pushing that final memory away, he focused on others. A reckless smile, green eyes looking into his, the broken man he had given everything for. Who had in return, given his life to save Castiel.
He would never forget. He couldn’t. He laid a hand on the grave marker. Slender fingers caressing the stone, remembering, feeling.
Standing he walked away, pausing to look back one last time, the cold frosting his breath. His grief cloaking him, the only warmth he had left.
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Author: fate_incomplete
Rating: R
Warnings: death!fic
Spoilers: vague season 6
Characters: Dean, Castiel
Word Count: 940
Summary: He slumped to his knees in the snow, his head bowing from the weight of his memories. They were so strong it was almost as if he could reach out and touch them. At times he didn’t know if they were a curse or a blessing. Either way, he knew he would never give them up. He couldn’t. They were all he had left.
A/N: written for a prompt from i_rise_inside. V not exactly the prompt you gave, but it is still a death fic.
Footsteps crunched loudly in the snow, the sound carrying in the quiet stillness of the forest. Snowflakes fell lazily catching on bare tree limbs, and settling on his shoulders. He entered a small clearing and brushed snow from a stone, revealing a grave marker.
He came here often, he couldn’t help it. He came here to mourn, to remember. He came here to feel. His breath frosted in the still air, but he ignored the cold. The entire world felt cold all too often now.
...................
They were surrounded. Castiel slammed the door shut and barricaded it, putting up whatever wards he could think of, not that they would be much use. Dean reloaded his gun with the last of his ammunition. He glanced at Castiel as he finished the last sigils. They said nothing, just shared a look. What was there to say?
Castiel stood by Dean’s side as both faced the door and waited. They could hear them coming, too many of them. They were cornered, nowhere left to run to. Both exhausted, both injured. They had been running for what seemed like weeks.
Castiel had lost whatever angel allies he had left and things weren’t going well. Raphael wanted him dead. It was too dangerous to go back to heaven, and he had been fighting skirmish after skirmish on earth. They had changed tactics and gone after Dean, knowing that Castiel would come to protect him
They didn’t know how the Raphael’s angels had found Dean. It didn’t really matter anymore. They were here, no more running. This was it, their last stand. At least it would be together.
“Dean,” Castiel whispered, his eyes pleading.
“No Cas,” Dean replied.
“It’s the only way.”
“Damn it Cas. No.”
“Dean, we are dead anyway. At least this way maybe you...”
“Cas,” Dean pleaded, knowing it was an argument he couldn’t win.
Castiel had suggested a plan hours ago that was plain suicidal, at least for the angel. Dean had talked him out of it, just. He didn’t know if he could do it again. After all, what did they really have to lose? Castiel was right, they were dead one way or the other. It just didn’t sit right. The angel had sacrificed everything too often because of him. It looked like he would do it again, one last time.
“I’m sorry Cas,” Dean whispered, as he felt the last resistance against the idea slip away. “They wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for me.”
“Dean it’s not your fault, they were after me.”
“But they found you because of me.”
“Dean...”
Castiel was interrupted by the rattling of the door. They were breaking through the defences Castiel had put up. Castiel pulled a knife from a pocket in his trench coat. Dean stared at it in the angel’s hand. Every fibre of him wanting to stop Castiel, but the look in his eyes stoped the words before they could leave his lips.
Castiel began to whisper in Enochian, chanting the words that would rip his grace from his body. An angelic nuclear bomb.
...................
He slumped to his knees in the snow, his head bowing from the weight of his memories. They were so strong it was almost as if he could reach out and touch them. At times he didn’t know if they were a curse or a blessing. Either way, he knew he would never give them up. He couldn’t. They were all he had left.
...................
He was too late. Before he could finish the incantation, the door was blasted to pieces, showering them both with debris. Raphael walked through the door, a dozen of his goons behind him.
Castiel kept mumbling in Enochian as he stared at Raphael, holding the dagger over his heart, ready to plunge it in once the incantation was finished. A noise to his left stopped the words on his lips. He looked across to Dean in time to see him slump to the floor.
“Dean!”
Castiel rushed to his side, ignoring the triumphant smile from Raphael. He cradled Dean’s head, his eyes fixated on the shrapnel from the door embedded in his chest. Blood oozed from the wounds soaking his shirt. In shock Castiel reached out to heal him.
“Cas I’m sorry.” Dean whispered, blood coating his lips. “I can’t let you die for me again.”
Castiel saw Dean’s hand moving, tracing a pattern on the floor with his own blood.
“No!” Castiel screamed as Dean slapped his hand on the banishing sigil he had drawn.
Dean disappeared from his sight in a white flash. Castiel appeared in an alley somewhere. A homeless man watched as he slumped to the ground, his hands still reaching for Dean. Silent tears falling, as he struggled to stand.
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Castiel closed his eyes. Snowflakes clinging to his eyelashes as a single tear fell. He tried to push the memory away, the memory of Dean’s cold body after he had gathered his senses from the banishing sigil and returned to him. There was nothing he could do. Dean had made a choice. He had saved him, in more ways than one, yet destroyed him at the same time.
Pushing that final memory away, he focused on others. A reckless smile, green eyes looking into his, the broken man he had given everything for. Who had in return, given his life to save Castiel.
He would never forget. He couldn’t. He laid a hand on the grave marker. Slender fingers caressing the stone, remembering, feeling.
Standing he walked away, pausing to look back one last time, the cold frosting his breath. His grief cloaking him, the only warmth he had left.
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