I don't own the characters and the show because if I did, Dean and Cas would have been together by now.

Author's Note: Hey guys, I'm doing a challenge on tumblr and this is the first day. Hopefully I'll be able to post updates daily, but judging by my tight schedule, we shall see. I will also published these chapters on my blog, although it might be hard to find them, but if you want to check that out and follow me (that would make me as happy as pie makes Dean), my url is my-wayward-division. Thanks, please leave a comment, and enjoy! (ps. the story might not be too orderly or in canonical timeline because they are based on prompts, but I am trying to make it somewhat structured, so please pardon me if the chapters are disjoint)

"Here, take my hand!" yelled Dean, reaching down as the angel was about to be sucked into the black abyss.

"I can't!" he yelled back over the loud wind, holding for his dear life on the thick branch poking out from between the boulders.

"Dammit Cas, just shut up and reach!" his voice shook, "I need you. Don't you dare leave me again!" The hunter barely registered the fact that he was using 'I' instead of 'we' and 'us.'

The angel looked into Dean's desperate eyes and spoke beneath the wind the words that the hunter made out to be, "Goodbye, Dean." He let go.

"You son of a bitch!" Dean growled and reached even further into the abyss, feeling himself slipping and falling fast. But that didn't matter because his hand gripped tight into the angel's cold one and he didn't let go.

There was a sudden jerk and Dean felt himself stopped falling. Something was on his right ankle and it was dragging him upwards. Still, his hands never let go and he felt a return clasp. As he and Cas were safely out of the abyss, Dean let go of one of his shaking hands and turned to face his savior. He noted the windswept moose-colored hair and sighed with relief.

"Are you guys all right?" Sam yell frantically, for the wind was still strong.

"Yeah, thanks Sammy," Dean replied, still recovering from his (100th+) near death experience and stood up. He looked back and realized that his hand was still holding Cas's and took in the angel's face. Cas appeared all right and even slightly embarrassed.

"Dean, I…" he began to apologize, but the hunter cut him off first.

"No Cas, I don't want your apology. And you listen to me. If something like that happen again, know that I will always do what I did without regrets. So shut up about how 'it was my fault' and what not, and let's go."

Without looking back, the hunter began his long stride to the Impala, hand still linked and practically dragging him. The angel looked at the back of Dean's head and smiled. This time, he won't let himself feel bad.

Sam watched them for a while before sighing and shaking his head. He waited a moment before following them back.