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[always_enduphere]

The chapel is small.  Built for mourners on the edge of the dead, its walls are clean and white, sturdy, meant for shelter.  Wood and brick, not meant to contain the darkness now held within them, twitching in the form of the body strapped prone to a hasty trap made of splintered pews.

It's quiet inside, removed enough from the city that the only sounds are rattling breaths from the body in chains, snatches of anxious voices and the occasional rumble of the floor, creaking and groaning from unseen onslaught, but holding.

There's an energy in the air, an electricity that raises hackles along with hairs, pouring from the ravaged body in an angry throb, but within the trap it can't do more than rattle walls, beneath the chains that smoke its skin, it can't do more than hiss curses on borrowed breath, and promise agonies yet to come.

In the center of the trap, the thing wearing Dean Winchester bares its teeth, blinking black towards any with stomach left to look at him.

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[always_enduphere]

Castiel is so sure. He's always so sure, and whatever Dean did to the Cas in his reality, this one has never given up on him, not even for a second. It's the first good thing he's felt in weeks, and the thing in him rebels against it, stops up his lungs and squeezes so tight around his heart, Dean thinks it might stop this time, but he leans forward with the last of his strength, vision graying at the edges when he presses his torn lips to Castiel's.

[godless_son]

Castiel presses close, arm tightening on Dean's waist just long enough to kiss him back. His breath stutters in his chest, thoughts betraying him as he wonders how long it will be before he gets to have this again and pulls back, unwilling to let Dean die over this.

"I love you," he murmurs, brushing his fingers down Dean's face. "Angels are not supposed to be capable of it and you changed me from the first moment I saw you. We're going to end this now, Dean."

[always_enduphere]

Dean nods, but he can't hold on, and this time the darkness doesn't bowl him over so much as lightly push, laughing as he goes down like the dead.

"You do, and the only thing you'll end is him," i say, smacking the blood from dean's lips. "I give his heart..." i hum. "An hour. Half that, if you try pulling me out of him."

[godless_son]

"It won't take that long," Castiel promises, face cold once again as he steps out of the trap.

"It's time to do this," he announces to the others. "Like we discussed."