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Cas was gone and Dean hurt inside.
His heart was dying, and it was as if his soul was burning away.
Everything reminded him of Castiel, every book he had touched, every seat he had sat in, every small quirk in the earth. And it was getting to be too much.
Especially when he had seen his own death in front of him. If it hadn't been for his own acursed reactions he would have been gone. He would be being punished for his life, for letting people he loved die, for letting Cas die.
But what it did do, was give him the perfect idea for an out.
So now here he was, a letter for his baby brother in one had, and one for Cas' son resting on the desk. And in his other hand, the same gun he had used to ruin so many lives before.
But now he could pay.
For everything that he had ever done.
But he wouldn'tcouldn't bring himself to cry. Not to beg for peace, nor to ever hope for it.
All that he could want now, would be the pain of the pit.
Punishing him for his life.
Dean's eyes silently shut, his mind was blank - blissfully blank - and he thanked Jack for it.
He could feel the cold metal against his temple, no longer burning his palm - instead welcoming it.
He breathed out....
He heard the click...
Then he saw nothing....
...Until
"Hello Dean."