Song Drabbles
Author-fruita_fairy
Rating-PG-NC/17
Parings/Characters-Dean/Cas
Word Count-From 300-500ish
Disclaimer-I own nothing
Spoilers-Season 5
Warnings-Death!Fic, AU
Summary-Listening to some music and this is what came of it
“Blackbird singing in the dead of night, take these broken wings and learn to fly. All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to arise.”
-Blackbird by The Beatles
Dean was worried about Cas. His friend had rebelled from heaven, turned his back on his brothers. All for Dean. He fell because of Dean. Castiel was a man now, and a broken shell of one. It was hard. Dean watched his friend spiral into a deep depression, but he felt helpless to do anything. It seemed to him that all he could do was sit by and watch as Castiel grew to resemble his future self more and more each day. A sharp cry of anguish and pain from the bathroom startled him and pulled him from his thoughts. Dean rushed to the door only to find it locked. He knocked. “Cas, let me in.” Silence. “Hey, Cas, are you okay?” A small sob escaped from behind the door. “I swear if you don’t let me in I’m letting myself in.” Still no response. Dean kicked the door in and he stopped dead at the sight before him. Cas was kneeling on the ground, his head bowed. At first glance he gave off the appearance of a man deep in prayer, but the rest of the scene told a different story. The grimy white tiles were painted with splatters of vivid red blood, flowing steadily from invisible wings. In his hands the former angel clutched white feathers, stained around the edges with an inky blackness. “Cas.” The hunter whispered brokenly, rushing forward and falling to his knees in front of the angel, placing a hand on his arm. The older man made no indication that he was aware of the hunter’s presence. “Cas, look at me.” The younger man said gently. When no movement was made he took Castiel’s chin in his hand, tilting it upwards so he could look him in the eyes. The emptiness he saw in those startling blue eyes terrified him. The tracks of recently spilt tears traced abstract patterns on his cheeks. Dean did the first thing that came to his mind, he leaned forward closing the small space between himself and the fallen angel and kissed him softly on the lips.
“…but this is where your arm can't go…”
Cold Days From the Birdhouse by The Twilight Sad
Dean held Cas in his arms, legs folded beneath him, hands stained red with blood. The battle continued around them but in that moment it was just the hunter and the angel. “Dean,” the angel said, his voice rough. He reached up to caress his lover’s cheek, blue eyes flooding with pain at the movement. His lips turned up into a sad smile as he gazed up at the hunter, his face was ashen and pale. Dean desperately fought back tears. A violent cough racked the angel’s body and he tasted the iron tang of blood. He knew he wasn’t leaving the battlefield. He opened his mouth to speak but Dean, sensing what he was about to say, stopped him. “No, Cas. No goodbyes. I’m not losing you. Not now, not like this." A single tear slipped down his cheek unchecked. “Dean, stop blaming yourself, there’s nothing you could’ve done.” “I could’ve protected you!” Dean bit out harshly. “Cas, oh Cas, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t yell at you.” He ran his fingers gently through the angel’s hair, his mood changing abruptly. “Please don’t leave me, Cas. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” The hunter whispered brokenly. “I can’t lose you.” “Shh, Dean. You’ll keep going, keep fighting. That’s what you’ll do. You will come and join me when it’s your time. Right now, your brother needs you.” The angel coughed again and his hand faltered on Dean’s cheek. The hunter was quick to respond, placing his hand on his lover’s, holding it in place, before twining their fingers together and moving their joined hands over his heart. “I love you.” Dean whispered, so softly that the other man almost didn’t hear it. Castiel began to respond but his breath caught in his throat before yet another violent cough ripped through his body. A flash of panic shot through his eyes. His final breath left his body with a soft sigh and his hand went slack against Dean’s. The hunter only gripped him tighter, refusing to believe he was gone. “No, Cas, no. Please.” He gasped out between sobs, cradling the angel’s limp form against his chest. “Wake up, just wake up,” he plead desperately, tears flowing freely down his cheeks. “No! You can’t do this to me! You can’t just leave me! Wake up. WAKE UP!” The battle had been fought and won, what demons remained had fled upon the realization that they we’re outmanned. Only their family remained. Victory had been won, but at far to high a cost.