Cas has this thing about getting himself blown to smithereens, and Dean was of the opinion that it really needed to stop.
He had been heading into a diner across the square. In fact, he had just gotten out of his car when he spotted the angel standing in the middle of town. He was about to stick up his hand and try to get his attention, when all Hell broke loose. There was an explosion that had him ducking behind his car to try and take cover, and when the aftershocks subsided, there was no Castiel to be found.
No way. No fucking way. Not again.
"Cas?" he shouted, charging through the throngs of screaming people. "Cas, you son of a bitch, answer me right now."
Castiel's head automatically snapped toward Dean's yelling, but it took him a minute to realize that wasn't his imagination any more than that seared piece of Earth was. Had he been anyone else, now might've been the time where he'd start to feel panic.
Instead, he seemed to be stuck on confusion. "Dean!" He called over to him, and frowned when he didn't get a reaction. Castiel looked down at himself, then looked back to Dean. He opened his mouth to try again, but no sound found its way out.
He was silenced by one of the fleeing citizens passing right through him. Jaw hanging, Castiel looked back to the mark where he'd stood only moments before. It was impossible. You couldn't just execute an angel by explosion. And yet, it was undeniable.
Dean made his way through the square, running a hand over his face. When Cas didn't come, he knew that he had just seen what he thought he saw. And it didn't make any sense. Then again, one of the last things he remembered was Cas getting blown to smithereens, so. He couldn't really talk there.
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He had been heading into a diner across the square. In fact, he had just gotten out of his car when he spotted the angel standing in the middle of town. He was about to stick up his hand and try to get his attention, when all Hell broke loose. There was an explosion that had him ducking behind his car to try and take cover, and when the aftershocks subsided, there was no Castiel to be found.
No way. No fucking way. Not again.
"Cas?" he shouted, charging through the throngs of screaming people. "Cas, you son of a bitch, answer me right now."
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Instead, he seemed to be stuck on confusion. "Dean!" He called over to him, and frowned when he didn't get a reaction. Castiel looked down at himself, then looked back to Dean. He opened his mouth to try again, but no sound found its way out.
He was silenced by one of the fleeing citizens passing right through him. Jaw hanging, Castiel looked back to the mark where he'd stood only moments before. It was impossible. You couldn't just execute an angel by explosion. And yet, it was undeniable.
He was dead.
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"Damnit," he sighed. "God-fucking-damnit."
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