Title: It's a hard game you play
Character/Pairings: Dean/Castiel
Warning: Pining!Dean, sadness. That's about it.
Dean should be used to this by now.
Losing Cas.
It wasn’t like it was the first time. Hell, it wasn’t even the fifth.
But just because he should, doesn’t mean he actually can. Especially when realization and acceptance beats behind his sternum in a steady rhythm loud enough to rival Bonham.
He’s in love with Cas. Has been for ages.
The Angel who pulled him outta Hell. The ally that became his best friend. Family. The one Dean never expected to find.
Castiel, who’s standing right in front of Dean with a glowing vial in his fist and Metatron with wings of ash at his feet. Ready to not only reclaim his Grace and return the angels to Heaven but also lock the door behind them, for good.
Every cell in Dean’s body screams for him to tell Cas not to do it. That they’ll find another way.
Stay.
But he can’t. Not when they’re surrounded by wide-eyed angels murmuring in quiet excitement.
Dean won’t ask for that. No matter how much his chest aches with the impending loss.
Instead he meets Cas’ ever intense stare and returns his friend’s final nod of acknowledgment before closing his eyes. Shielding himself from the blindingly bright flash of thousands of angels fully powering up.
From the sight of Cas slipping away from him once again.