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EPISODES:
22 AND 23 OF SEASON TWELVE OK
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YOU DONT WANT TO KNOW WHO DIED.
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Last warning. SPOILERS.
As Sam's footsteps on the gravel died away, the door of the house shutting behind him, Dean fell to his knees.
Cas's body lay limp beside his knees. He fell numb with shock. Dean couldn't pull his gaze from the stab wound that Lucifer's angel blade had left in his chest. It was slowly trickling blood, staining the white shirt of the angel. He was lying on his back. Dean's eyes trailed slowly back up towards the angel's face.
They say that people look younger when they sleep.
Guess dying is no different.
The lines on his face were gone, and he just looked... limp. There was no expression on his face. Dean leaned forwards and raised a shaking hand. He lowered it as it approached the angel's chest. It hit the angel's shoulder blade. Out of his subconsciousness, he shook the angel's shoulder. Hope tugged at the deepest corner of his body, just the hope that-
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Destiel Oneshots (fluff and smut)
FanfictionDestiel Oneshots c: DESTIEL IS SO REAL. This book is a compilation of oneshots created by me, and I take requests for anything! Smut, angst, fluff-say it and your wish shall come true!
