faded-life

AU where the final ingredient in the spell to cure the mark isn’t something from someone Rowena loves, but rather from someone Dean loves. Cas willingly cuts out his grace, watches the spell come together as he bleeds out, smiles as his life fades away because he knows that Dean is going to be okay, and that has always been his mission. The love for Dean that permeates Cas’ grace is a force so powerful it chokes out the darkness before it can even begin to unleash itself on the Earth.

Cas’ love for Dean saves him, saves the Earth, saves everyone, and this is the true lock and key designed by God to reign the darkness in. 

When you remember me, it means that you have carried something of who I am with you, that I have left some mark of who I am on who you are. It means that you can summon me back to your mind even though countless years and miles may stand between us. It means that if we meet again, you will know me. It means that even after I die, you can still see my face and hear my voice and speak to me in your heart.
For as long as you remember me, I am never entirely lost. When I’m feeling most ghost-like, it is your remembering me that helps remind me that I actually exist. When I’m feeling sad, it’s my consolation. When I’m feeling happy, it’s part of why I feel that way.
If you forget me, one of the ways I remember who I am will be gone. If you forget, part of who I am will be gone.
—  Frederick Buechner

The Day Is Gone And All Its Sweets Are Gone

The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone!
Sweet voice, sweet lips, soft hand, and softer breast,
Warm breath, light whisper, tender semitone,
Bright eyes, accomplished shape, and lang'rous waist!
Faded the flower and all its budded charms,
Faded the sight of beauty from my eyes,
Faded the shape of beauty from my arms,
Faded the voice, warmth, whiteness, paradise—
Vanished unseasonably at shut of eve,
When the dusk holiday—or holinight
Of fragrant-curtained love begins to weave
The woof of darkness thick, for hid delight;
But, as I’ve read love’s missal through today,
He’ll let me sleep, seeing I fast and pray.

—  John Keats