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Raggedy Angel, goodnight

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Fandom: Supernatural
Title: Raggedy Angel, Goodnight
Description:  “Doctor…you’re dying” Said again the figure. The figure lengthened his hand and, gently, caressed the Alien’s cheek. After that touch the Doctor felt a peacefully and tranquility sensation, he was happy, he had finally met again the most important person of his life.
Warnings: Angst, dramatic, melancholy, possible OOC
Notes: I’ve tried to write a fan fiction in English. English is not my mother language so go easy with the insult >-<

Don’t travel alone, Doctor.
Never do it.
Don't be alone, Doctor.
And do one more thing for me, there's a little boy waiting in a garden, he’s going to wait a long while, go to him.
Tell him a story.
Tell him that if he's patient, the days are coming that he'll never forget.
Tell him he'll go to see the cowboys in the Old West.
Tell him he’ll go to see and fight a phoenix.
Tell him he'll give hope to the greatest Doctor who ever lived.
He'll fall in love with an alien with an old trench coat fall from the sky like an angel.
Tell him he’ll save the world.
Tell him, this is the story of Dean Winchester.
And this is how it ends.

“Raggedy Angel, goodbye”

Said Dean before he was touched by a Weeping Angel,  he had sacrificed himself, sacrificed himself for keep safe his raggedy angel.
Castiel, so he called Dean, remained staring at the empty, his blue eyes were still concentrate on the area that, until few seconds ago, was took up by Dean, HIS Dean.
In front of him was still the Weeping Angel who had carried his Dean God only knows where, Castiel kept  his eyes, blue like a sapphire, on the Angel , his glance was cold  and emotionless, that Angel had taken away the most important person of his life, the only person who in nine hundred years had made him felt nonpareil, that Angel had taken away from him Dean Winchester.
Castiel still remembered their first meeting, how he could he forget it?
He had just regeneration and the TARDIS was fell in a garden, he was went out of the blue box when saw him for the first time.

“You’re an angel?”

Asked the little child.
Dean didn’t believe in angels, but that man was fell from the sky like an angel.
“No, I’m the Doctor.”
Said the Alien.
The Doctor, a man that will change the life of Dean Winchester.
Castiel still remembered when that same night Dean showed him the crack on the wall that scared to death he and his little brother Sam.
He still remembered of Dean’s request.

“I want travel with you, Doctor!”
“I’ll pick you up in ten minutes, wait for me here, okay?”

But that ten minutes became twelve years, twelve years where Dean had always hoped in the arrival of the his raggedy angel.
Castiel remembered is return and the blow that Dean given him on the head.
He remembered the day when Dean given to him that old kaki trench coat.
He remembered the day when Dean given to him his nickname.

“You need a name, I’ll not ever call you Doctor…
So, I’ll call you Castiel!”

He remembered the day when he carried Dean in the Old West for met the cowboy and how they found themselves fighting a phoenix.
He remembered  the embarrassed of Dean the day when it all came to surface.

“You’re my Doctor, my Castiel, my angel.
You’re mine, okay?”

He remembered, also, the little kiss that Dean given to him, it was simple, chaste and unpretentious.
That simple kiss contained in all their love.

How much time had passed from the death of Dean?
Days?
Months?
Years?
For a Time Lord it made no difference, the days could became a years like months could became few minutes.
This was his last life, his last regeneration, from now he’ll start to grow old.

Castiel was, seriously, wounded and this time there not was a new life to waiting for him, this time there was nothing.
He managed to enter in the TARDIS, he’ll dying here with his best friend, with his companion of many adventure, with the companion who heard him weeping for his love, with the companion that is grow old with him.
He closed his eyes, the view was clouded.
Slowly opened them.
In front of him he saw something…a person, maybe.
Wait…the strange figure was Dean, HIS Dean!

“Oh, Doctor, I told you.
You don’t travel alone.”

Said Dean.
Dean smiled, but was a sad smiled, he won’t weeping, not in front of Castiel.
The Doctor laughed, that was a delirium of an old mad man with a blue box!

“Doctor…you’re dying”

Said again the figure.
The figure lengthened his hand and, gently, caressed the Alien’s cheek.
After that touch the Doctor felt a peacefully and tranquility sensation, he was happy, he had finally met again the most important person of his life.

“Dean…I love you.”

Whispered the alien.
Dean still smiled.

“Goodnight, raggedy angel.”

Dean went near to Castiel’s lips and he caught them in the same kiss that he given to him theirs first time.
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