Dean
Dean knelt in the empty, ruined church. There were remains of blood on his hands and his face was bruised.
"I... I don't know how to start. I'm not the praying type, so... I guess I'll just start from the beginning. Not that you don't know it, being God and everything.
I made mistakes. I know I did. I mean, that's how I got here, right? My hands are covered with blood. But that's not the worst thing I did. Not at all. I would've done it any time, if it means that I could erase what I did to Sam.
But I know I can't. I don't even ask for forgiveness. It won't help, and honestly? You are not the one I want to forgive me. I just want to know Sammy and Cas are safe. I need to know. After all I did to them, they deserve a little happiness. Safety. Please." His voice faded as tears fought their way to his eyes.
"I know my sins. I know what a terrible person I am. I don't deserve anything, and I don't have the right to ask for anything, but... I'm a dead man. I just want to know they are fine." He stayed on his knees, praying. Dean Winchester was never the praying type, but his friend, the angel Castiel, brought a little bit of faith to his life. The only prayer he could mutter was "Please".
Sam
Sam walked into the empty church. He was on a hunt, and his angel blade was in his hand. He was tracking something that killed people so brutally, and yet left no tracks. It scared him. I wish Dean was here he thought. The image of Dean near him, hunting with him again, was tempting. But the last time they saw each other turned out bad. Very bad. Sam confronted Dean for being merciless and brutal, toying with the things they killed. And Dean... Dean just kept drinking. And drinking. until he snapped. He turned, punched Sam in the face three times, almost crushing his skull, and walked away, taking the car.
The alter was covered with candles, lighting a dark shape in front of it. Sam walked quietly, holding the blade ready. He was close, when the man started to laugh bitterly.
"You twisted bastard. That's how you answer my prayer? You send him to kill me?" He yelled at the sky. At that moment, Sam recognized the voice.
"Dean?" He whispered, unable to believe. The clues all lead there, which could only mean...
"Yeah, you are right. I'm your psycho killer. You can add me to your freak serial killer list: Dean Winchester. 16 kills before getting caught in a church by his brother, and killed for his crimes." Dean said, referring to Sam's hobby, remembering details about serial killers.
"Dean... Why? You are a hunter! They were-" Dean cut him.
"No. They weren't. They were just humans. Normal humans. Sam, there is something in me, something I can't control. And it likes blood. Sammy... I gotta be stopped." He said quietly.
"Dean, look, there must be another solution. There must be another way!" Sam said, trying to sound sure. Dean turned around to look at his brother, more desperate than he ever let Sam see him.
"There is no other way. The Darkness... She controls me. She makes me want... She makes me want to punch your head off and suck your soul." He suddenly groaned, and Sam was extremely aware of the angel sword on Dean's knee.
"Run! Now!" Dean Yelled. Sam just knelt in front of him.
"Dean, I know you can fight it. I know you can. Just... Resist her. I beg." He said, staring at his brother's eyes. Dean pushed him.
"You idiot, run! I... I cant hold her back! Sammy, please, RUN!" He begged, blood dripping from his eyes like tears.
Dean
Dean was terrified. He can't lose control, not when his brother is there, in front of him, all warm flesh and warm blood and burning soul. He ran at his brother, unable to stop himself, when he felt an arm pulling him back. It was a strong, hot arm, and the fingers fit perfectly on the red burn mark on his shoulder. Cas. Dean allowed himself to feel relief. Cas was there. It's gonna be fine. Cas will fix it. And then he understood Cas can't fix it. Not this time. He will only get hurt.
"You have to kill me! Or I..." He tried to yell through his twitching muscles. Cas only pulled him deeper into his chest.
"I will not hurt you. Never." He said, Twisting Dean's arm until he shouted and left the sword. His hand glowed on the hand print on Dean's arm, Healing him, comforting his soul. He gently caught Dean as he fell apart. Dean sunk into Cas's chest, his body and soul too tired of the struggle to keep the Darkness away.
"Cas... You have to kill me. You know it. Whatever you did, it won't last long. I feel her, clawing into my heart. Please, Cas... Do it." Dean whispered, finally exposing his raw emotions. He looked vulnerable, hurt. Cas tilted his head, still holding the broken man in his arms.
"I won't hurt-" He started.
"It won't. It can't hurt if I die at the hands of a good friend, and I want it so much. It's... It's mercy." Dean whispered softly.
"But Sam-" Cas tried to convince.
"Sam will understand. He will have to. I'm so tired..." Dean insisted, pain showing on his face as the darkness tried to control him. Cas closed his eyes, and voices sprang from his soul. A song. It was sad, but with an optimistic tune. Dean didn't know it, of course, but this song was an Enochian funeral song angels sang for their dearest. Their closest siblings. The closest thing they had to love. With Castiel's human understanding of emotions, the song was even sadder. As Cas got closer to the end, he pulled the angel blade, tears streaming down his blue, blue eyes. When he got to the last note, Cas stabbed Dean's chest. With his last breath, Dean smiled and whispered "Thank you". Then, his beautiful green eyes lost the spark in them as his soul found rest in heaven. Cas pressed his lips to Dean's forehead, crying, and cradled the dead body in his arms. He slowly lifted the blade again, still covered in his love's blood, and stabbed into his own chest. As he took the blade out, he heard the same song he just sang. His siblings were calling him home after a long time. So long...
A/N: The title is a part of the song 'Heaven help us' by MCR.
