Woo, I'mma just update this cuz I can. I found a picture, on Tumblr, and, heedless of all callings from other stories that I have abandoned, I will update here instead.

Whelp, what you get is what you're given.

Hope ya'll have had a good day! I have a Enrichment day tomoz, where we're off timetable, and doing a load of random activities (one Enrichment day was about Sherlock (sadly before I got into the series) and his Mind Palace.)

So I miss PE! Which is good cuz Gym sucks.

Do you guys like PE? (if so WHHHHYYYYYY?)

Fez.

Dean's mouth dropped open and he surged forward to bundle Castiel up into his arms. Cas sobbed against his chest, curled up as f to protect himself against the world.

Dean felt tears streaming down his cheeks as he pressed his face into Cas' shaking locks.

"Cas..." his voice cracked.

"I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't..." Cas whimpered into Dean's jacket.

"No, no." Dean muttered. "Don't say sorry. It's fine, its fine."

"So-"

"Stop, Cas its' okay. I shouldn't have been so harsh about it."

They were on the cold, hard floor, crying as sobs wrecked their bodies.

Cas clung to him like a lifeline, his head buried in Dean's chest, who could only hold his poor, broken angel, as all the pain of falling, the betrayal and anguish finally poured out of the fragmented vessel. But his Cas was beautiful, broken yes, but so strong and so, so brave.

"I'm sorry, Cas. I should've helped. I should've tried more..."

"Dean its my fault. I trusted even when you warned me not too and this is the consequence."

"Oh Cas..."

As Cas' pitiful sobbing finally slowed, Dean leaned down, gathering as much of his angel(it didn't matter if he wasn't an angel anymore. He was to Dean and that was all that mattered) up and whispered into his ear:

"It's okay Cas... I'll be your wings."