Destiel ~ When I'm Gone

                                    

                                          
A/N: this will be told by Cas' point of view.

                          
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The trees still away, the sun still swallows the night. Every single day. The birds still chirp and children still laugh. When I'm gone, nothing will change. 
                          
The Angels will be dicks, and so will the demons. The hunters will fight off evil, like always. When I'm gone, only two people will be affected. Sam and Dean. They are the universe, the savior of this planet. If it wasn't for them, evil would reign. If they died, the world will change.
                          
I am a simple rebellious angel. Someone who once served heaven. I lost my faith, and I lost my wings. I lost my grace, my everything. And when I got them back, i didn't know how to function. Dean was still there, he still peppered kisses in my face. Sam was still there, smiling at me.
                          
It is those I will miss, as the thick liquid slips past my fingers. I sit on the moss covered ground, pulling out my phone. I look for their number. The number of the only two people who would care if I was gone. I clicked that number, and I waited. Sam picked up.
                          
"Hey Cas, what's up?" Sam asked, like it was a typical Tuesday.
                          
"Sam," I coughed, blood escaping my lips. I was growing numb,"put the phone on speaker, and get Dean as well." I order.
                          
"No problem." A minute later, Dean's voice joined.
                          
"Hey Cas. Something wrong?" Dean questions.
                          
"Nothing. I'll miss you Winchesters." I smile at my feet.
                          
"What do you mean 'you'll miss us?' I thought you said you were fine." Sam says.
                          
"I'm dying. I was stabbed. I am bleeding out. But I am fine." I say honestly. Am the sound of shattering glass was heard.
                          
"Cas, where are you?" Dean demands.
                          
"Dean, you won't reach me in time. I'm miles away." I tell him truthfully.
                          
"Why are you so calm? You're dying!" Dean shouts, and I flinch away from the phone.
                          
"When I am gone, the world will still go on. The birds will chirp and the night skies will still bear stars." I start, coughing again.
                          
"Cas!" Dean's voice sounded broken.
                          
"There will be one less problem Dean. What have I done that benefited the planet? I've waged wars and killed my brothers." I sigh, glancing at the sky, blue turning to gold. I felt a tear fall down my face.
                          
"Cas! Don't be stupid! The world would be a mess without you!" Sam shouted.
                          
"I don't want to die. I really don't, but it's too late. No one can save me. You can try, but you can't. You can't save everyone." I coughed even louder, blood sputtering from my mouth, onto the green grass. Every time I breathed, it felt like I was breathing pins and needles, it hurt. I wanted to cry from the pain. Blood was held back by the hand that covered it. I'm bleeding out. That's not how I expected to die.
                          
"Where are you?" Dean begged, and Cas could tell both boys were going to cry.
                          
"I'm over by the cemetery." Cas coughed.
                          
"We could've been there by now! Do you want to die?" Sam shouted.
                          
"No. But it's my time too. I can see the grievers, they're waiting for something. For me. I'm sorry." I hang up the phone and look at the sky. If I couldn't see Dean one last time, or Sam, I would see the sky. That one last image in my head. I memorized the clouds and the golden blue color. It was like a painting. Such a beautiful painting. 
                          
He was slipping, his breathing more sluggish, his body more numb. He heard the sound and knew they were to late. The purr of the engine growing close. I stay where I am, on the verge of death. I hear footsteps and I see Dean fall to his knees besides me.
                          
"Cas! God Cas. Why?" Dean started crying. Dean wasn't a person of tears. He didn't cry. I used my last few seconds of life to glance at Dean, a ghost of a smile on my face.
                          
"I love you Dean. And I'll miss you Winchesters. More than you'll ever know." My breaths were becoming shallower and shallower as I closed my eyes.
                          
"No! Cas! Baby! Don't leave. The world might keep going on, but I won't. Neither will Sam, Charlie, anyone who knows you Cas. We're family. And I'm not losing you." Dean sobbed, clutching onto my trench coat. I tried to pry my eyes open, all I saw was Dean's tear covered face, and Death himself walk closer. 
                          
"Goodbye." I closed my eyes and felt all the life leave me. I was dead, and I knew it. I got up, my spirit leaving my body.
                          
"Are you ready to go?" Death questions. I looked at Sam and Dean, their eyes watering, breaking down into more tears, realizing I was finally gone. 
                          
"Can I say my goodbyes? I know they can't hear me, but it would help me feel better." I sighed.
                          
"I will allow it, but make it quick. We mustn't linger." Death said plainly, but I saw pity in his eyes. I went to San first, hugging him. He couldn't feel it. 
                          
"You were always a brother to me Sam Winchester. The best family I had. And I'm sorry I had to go. Take care of yourself and Dean. For me okay?" I smiled.
                          
"I can't believe he's gone." Dean said bitterly. He was sad, and broken.
                          
"Dean. I'll see you again one day, I know I will. I love you." I pressed a kiss to his forehead, and he felt it, because he cried even harder. I got up and faces death. "I'm ready." I say. Death smiles.
                          
"Then let's -" 
                          
"I can't live without him Sammy. I can't. Dean reached in his pocket, where he always kept his gun.
                          
"Dean, Cas wouldn't want this." Sam begged.
                          
"I'm sorry Sammy." Dean pulled the gun to his head, and I gasped, wanting to stop him, but knowing j can't. I cried, in my ghostly form. And then I heard it, the ear splitting sound that made another body drop. I saw Sam, who sat on the ground, and pulled out his phone.
                          
"Charlie? They're gone? They're both gone. Cas was stabbed a-a-and Dean put a bullet in his head. Get here quick, or I'm afraid I'll follow." Sam said in a shaky breath, hanging up. His shoulders shook ask he cried. He lost everyone. Because Dean was to selfish to move on.
                          
"Oh Sammy." Cas looked to see a new figure. 
                          
"Dean Winchester, I wasn't supposed to see you for another 20 years." Death said, his voice disappointed.
                          
"What did you do?" I shout at Dean.
                          
"I'm sorry." He muttered.
                          
"It's time to go." Death said.
                          
"I'll see you in heaven." Dean smiled.
                          
"I don't know if I could stand someone who is that selfish Dean." Death took them, and guided them. They left their world behind, entering somewhere knew, where the Angels waited.

                          
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A/N: I legitimately cried when I wrote this! That doesn't happen!