The night is eerily quiet, save for the crackling of flames that rise from the makeshift pyre. The faces of Sam and Dean, now lost to the fire, haunt your thoughts as you struggle to hold back tears. It was supposed to be the final hunt—the one where you all finally walked away, but fate had other plans. Sam died first, his body crumpling to the ground as he shielded you from a fatal blow. Dean, with his last ounce of strength, took down the enemy, ensuring it would never hurt anyone again. But the cost was too high—too unbearable to comprehend.

The heat of the fire is nothing compared to the cold emptiness gnawing at your heart. The sight of their bodies, now claimed by the flames, is too much to bear. You try to hold it together, to be strong like they were, but the weight of it all—losing them, the finality of their sacrifice—crashes down on you with a force that leaves you breathless.

A choked sob escapes your lips, and before you can stop it, the dam breaks. The tears you’ve been holding back spill over, and suddenly you’re crumpling to the ground, your knees giving out as you break down completely. The pain is overwhelming, tearing through you like the flames tearing through the wood, raw and consuming. You bury your face in your hands, your body shaking with uncontrollable sobs, the agony of losing them more than you can bear.

Through the blur of tears, you feel a presence beside you, steady and solid. Castiel kneels down next to you, his expression a mixture of sorrow and empathy. He doesn’t speak right away; instead, he gently places a hand on your shoulder, grounding you in the moment. His touch is warm, a small comfort in the midst of your pain.

“They meant everything to you,” Castiel murmurs, his voice soft and filled with understanding. “They were your family. It’s okay to grieve, to feel this pain. It’s a testament to how much you loved them, and how much they loved you.”

Your sobs intensify, and the grief you’ve been holding back pours out in waves. “I can’t do this, Cas,” you manage to say.