Fanfiction - "Where is my Angel?"

[kitsu84]

Title: Where is my Angel? (One Shot)
Rating: PG-13 (dark themes)
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Dean, Castiel, Sam and Lucifer
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Spoilers: Everything seen in the series thus far.
Beta: None.
Disclaimer: If I owned the rights to this series, it would have to be shown on either Showtime or HBO late at night.
Summary: Dean awakens, and sees his failure standing before him.
Notes: Be warned - this little ficlet is dark; I wrote it while listening to the deadly combination of Cruxshadows, Marilyn Manson, and Nightwish.

Comments are appreciated, however they are not necessary. Now then, on with the fic.

And I am sinking into a mountain of self pity;
Why can't I simply disregard all the things I feel?

Where is my angel when I need him most?
Tell me now where did he go?

- The Cruxshadows; "Even Angels Fall"

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Dean awakens on a blood-drenched battlefield. He shifts slightly, only to grab his side and yell out due to the intense pain that overcame his entire body. He slowly pulls out the embedded cruciform, and throws it to the left.

He sits up, looks ahead.

His brother, his meaning for existence, was standing on the horizon; his massive black shadow covering the landscape. His eyes glowing menacingly.

Dean's failure is apparant.

His thoughts immediately drift off to Castiel, his beloved Angel...

Where had he gone? Had he forsaken his human mission?

Dean's eyes divert to the form lying at Sam's feet, and he recognizes it immediately: it was his guardian; his guide and protector. The Angel looked up at Sam with an expression Dean had never before seen on his beautiful features... it was sheer and utter terror.

In his fight to protect the innocent - people whom he had never met - Dean had lost everything important to him. He wasn't about to loose both his brother and his salvation. They were the only two beings in existence who loved Dean despite his flaws; their love for him was unconditional.

He slowly stands to his feet, and calls out to his brother.

The being turns; its eyes flash pale yellow. He speaks: "Your brother's beyond saving. He's accepted me. Has allowed the darkness within to completely consume his heart. Your pleading is futile. You won't be able to reach him for he's now lost in his own bitter sorrow."

Dean simply shakes his head. "You're wrong," he replies as he slowly makes his way up to the towering figure. "I know he's still in there somewhere. And I'm not going to let you destroy that which means the most to me," he said defiantly, cutting his eyes down to Castiel.

The Angel stood. He was now side-by-side with Dean - the man which caused unassailable, lust-driven feelings to errupt inside of him; to burn like an unconscionable flame which completely consumed him from the inside out. The one responsible for causing him to blaspheme. His human lover.

The demonic figure in the guise of Dean's brother simply scoffs, and says: "Your unwavering faith in me is amusing, brother..."