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Dean knew it was coming. His insides felt as though they were in flames, collapsing in on themselves as he desperately tried to keep himself upright. He could see it in Cas’ eyes; those crystal blue irises he couldn’t help but stare into oh so many times now fragments of sapphire obscured by tears. All he could choke out from his burning throat was
“Why does this sound like a goodbye”
That was all.
And all Cas had said was
“Because it is.”
Dean wanted so so badly to reach out to the angel
His angel, his saving grace from the very start
To tell him he was wrong
To tell him he didn’t have to do this
To tell him he loved him.
But his body would not budge. He felt that if he moved, if he let himself say anything more,
He would burn to a pile of ash on the spot.
Cas’ strained smile met Dean’s empty eyes.
“I love you.”
All the while Dean was trying, trying so damn hard to say the words back, to scream, to take a step forward, to run to him, to hug him, to feel their lips connect, to do anything,
Cas shoved him away
And was consumed by an ocean of blackness.
Gone.
When Dean's back hit the wall he knew
That had been his last chance.
Gone.
Cas’ final smile seared through his mind
and Dean found himself erupted in flames.