Spoilers: Up to 4.7
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A/N: Yay, I wrote my first drabble!
The single word clung to Castiel's lips as he knelt beneath the burning sword, hands raised in futile supplication.
Dean Winchester tightened his grip on the weapon, shifting his position as Uriel's skull cracked beneath his boot.
"Got pretty torn up by a chupacabra once," he said, glancing over at his brother, who sat atop his fiery throne, surveying the earth as it burned around him. "Needed blood."
He returned his attention to the angel kneeling at his feet, smiling as his eyes flashed yellow to reflect his brother's.
"Got a pint of Sam's finest."
Castiel closed his eyes and waited for the world to end.
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