Song of choice: Goner- Twenty One Pilots
Imagine: Castiel losing you.
Tears. Tears slid down the angel's face as he held your cold hand. Feelings he's never felt slithered through him; he felt like he couldn't breathe. But he could, and you couldn't. This is unfair repeated over and over in his head as he prayed to the god he believed in. The god he was a soldier of. He never answered.
He closed his eyes as you closed yours a while ago. He couldn't bare to look at your still form, lying on the ground and covered in blood that he was covered in too. His hands clutched yours in a desperate grip as if you were the only thing keeping this man alive; you were.
He screamed.
The heavens could hear his agony. His brothers and sisters bowed their heads. The person that made him feel human was gone. You weren't in Heaven, you weren't in Hell; you were gone. He would no longer feel your fingers dancing across his skin as you swore to him you would never leave. He would no longer see the way your eyes sparkled when you felt as if the world was in your hands. He would no longer smell your apple and cinnamon hair and your vanilla skin that all somehow blended perfectly.
He couldn't wrap his arms around your waist, he couldn't make you laugh, he couldn't make you smile, he couldn't show you his love. He couldn't, he couldn't, he couldn't.
You were gone.
A sob choked its way out as he set his head on your and wrapped his arms around your waist. He didn't notice when the doors to the compound opened. He didn't notice his two best friends trying to gain his attention; all he could notice was you. Your blood covered hair and your pale skin. Your gashes and bruises and the peaceful look on your face as you slept away for the rest of eternity.
He sobbed. He cried. He screamed. He prayed to a god that was no longer with him. A god he no longer believed in. Black spread through his lungs, his heart burned to crisps, his soul no longer alive. He had no reason to live. You were gone. His steady rock that gave him so many wonderful memories was dead.
"Cas, c'mon. We gotta get going." A hushed voice stated as Dean grabbed his arms, attempting to pull Castiel away from his one true love.
"No." Cas' voice came out steady with no emotion what so ever. His face blanked and his eyes turned dull. His heart stopped feeling and his soul stopped working. "I'm not leaving them." He whispered. Blue eyes stared down at your still form. Blue eyes that you loved. With one more pull on his arm he was ripped away from you.
"No!" He screamed, pulling away from his friend and back to you. "Let me go! I can't leave them, I can't!" The brothers looked at each other but kept pulling him back to the car, knowing that if they didn't help he wouldn't leave.
"I need you."
The car door shut.
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So this kinda took a different turn than I thought but whatever.
DID I RIP YOUR HEARTS OUT????
Also it's short because I'm good at writing short, sad, shit. The three S's.
Anyways, adios my amigos
stay thirsty my memes,
noelle
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Supernatural Imagines
Fanfiction(completed) just some random supernatural imagines and preferences that I decided to write. (the first few imagines are really crappy but I swear they get better) {characters are not mine}
