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Lost Angel

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He didn’t know how long he had been on his feet.
The sun slowly disappeared behind the horizon and drowned everything into bright red twilight. Soon the night would be coming again and offer the view onto the cloudless sky. The moon would stand there, accusingly. Castiel didn’t want to see this sky, he didn’t want to remember what had happened. The angels had fallen and it was his fault.

Exhausted, he slumped to the ground. The grass underneath him was damp, but he didn’t care. He wanted to care about nothing at all, but the pain was overwhelming and tears cascaded down his face. The feelings drowned him, cut his human body like a sword, took him down. Castiel had reached his ultimate boundaries, had walked half of the night and all through the day looking for Dean and Sam. But there was no trace. Of course there wasn’t, he hadn’t even known where he was when he woke up in the woods.

He leaned against a tree, mastered his breathing and closed his eyes. If only he rested a little, he would be able to keep going. Just for a moment. Just a few minutes. He had to find Dean, had to explain what happened. After one last thought about those green eyes that had looked at him with so much hope, tiredness overcame him and Castiel fell asleep.

It was warm and soft around him when he opened his eyes again. He was lying on a bed in a motel room and not far away someone stood, looking at him.

“Dean?!” he managed, surprised and sat up. „How did I get here?“

„Is master finally awake? You slept like a corpse.“

Castiel didn’t react to the joke, just looked at him, sad and serious. Dean obviously noticed that his comment hadn’t gone down well and stared worriedly into those blue eyes.

“What happened, Cas?”

“Dean, the angels…” Castiel stuttered and tears formed in his eyes, but he kept looking at Dean and desperately grabbed his shirt.

“The angels have fallen and it is all my fault.”

“Cas…” Dean raised his hand and put it on Castiel’s who kept grabbing his shirt tighter. He had never seen Castiel cry and the sight pained him.

“We will fix this.”

“No, Dean, not this time,” Castiel interrupted. „I… I am not an angel anymore. “ His voice broke. “Metatron took my grace.”

Dean sighed, took his hand off Castiel, layed it under his chin and forced him to look up again.

“I know, but it doesn’t matter. As long as you are still yourself.”
Slowly, he approached Castiel’s face until there were only a few inches between them. Back then, Castiel suddenly thought, Dean hadn’t liked the angel being so close to him. But when he looked into the green eyes, those thoughts vanished as fast as they had appeared.

“Don’t ever change,” Dean whispered and Castiel felt soft lips on his and a feeling of warm happiness embraced him.  Just for a moment, everything seemed forgotten.

A loud thunder catapulted Castiel back to reality. He opened his eyes wide and found himself right in the middle of those woods, exactly where he had fallen asleep. No Dean, no soft bed, just the rain soaking through his coat. Castiel stared up into the sky and felt fresh tears on his cheeks. The salt on his skin ran down his face. The sky seemed to cry, too. For the angels it had lost.
A short fanfiction I wrote after I saw the season 8 finale of Supernatural.

Summary:
After the angels have fallen Castiel strays around ih the woods and tries to find a way back to Sam and Dean. Oneshot. (Destiel)
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