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Somehow, Dean found himself in a soiree held by the last person he could face at the moment. He bit his lip and sucked in a sharp breath as the host couple approached him. A small lump grew in his throat and he swallowed spit to ease the sensation. Castiel was the last person he could look at right now, and the fact that Castiel was having Balthazar’s arm wrapped around his shoulders broke Dean’s heart into pieces.
“Hello, Dean.”
That voice. That achingly comforting voice uttered his very own name out of those beautiful lips. Dean could only let out a light chuckle and look at Castiel’s forehead. It felt too painful to look at those mesmerizing ocean-blue eyes.
“Hey, Cas.”
Dean took in a slow harrowing breath and smiled warmly at the man. Somehow, the pain of seeing Castiel in Balthazar’s arms felt more agonizing than the cancer lump eating his life away.