Rex sighed as he scrolled through the reports on his holopad. General ___ had been friends with the 501st from the very start, but the two of you had shared an unbreakable bond.
It seemed you had spent an eternity together, and he knew you were the only one for him. Oh, what wouldn’t he give to get back the golden days!
“You really shouldn’t be up this late, ner alor'ad,” a soft voice called from the doorway. Rex looked over his shoulder at the only woman he had ever loved.
“You aren’t real,” he muttered to himself, shaking his head.
“No, I am not.”
Rex put his face in his hands as you gently placed a hand atop his shoulder. There was a heavy silence before Rex turned to you, his cheeks stained with tears.
“Is it terrifying?”
“No, I don’t think so,” you answered, brushing your hand against his cheek,“It’s the way it is, you know? Everything must come to an end. The drip finally stops.” Rex took a moment to dwell on your words. It irritated him you were so close yet so far from him, but your tender touches and kind words comforted and soothed his aching soul.
“I’ll see you on the other side,” he assured you as well as himself.
“Oh, Rex. No. There is no other side. This is it.” Your voice began to fade as he desperately called out for you.
Jolting up in his bed, he glanced around at the barracks where he had resorted to sleeping after your death.
The soft snores and noises from the distant hangar usually calmed him and eased him to sleep, but not tonight. Everything was too loud. Everything was closing in.
“Cyar'ika,” he cried softly,“Why have you left me here alone?” His tears were silent as he laid there in the dark. You were right. This was it.
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dean had a habit. anytime he saw a trenchcoat in a store, he bought it for cas. not that cas needed anymore; but on the off-chance cas tore a hole in one of his coats or got it stained in blood, dean liked to buy the angel new ones to use. It started as a lil inside joke, “just in case you need another one” dean had said the first time he got cas a backup trenchcoat. cas has tilted his head, scrunching his eyebrows in confusion at the item being held out to him. “it’s a gift, cas. you’re meant to take it” and cas gave him a lopsided smile with a soft “thank you dean” as he held onto the new trenchcoat. after that, whenever dean held out a new coat for cas to take, cas would let his fingers ghost against dean’s as he took the gift from dean’s hand with a soft smile and a murmured “it’s perfect, thank you.”
the habit is still there even after cas is taken by the empty. dean keeps buying trenchcoats, gently walking into cas’ room and laying them across cas’ bed with soft touches as he smoothes down the wrinkles. “got you a new trenchcoat today,” dean says out loud to the still air of the bedroom, picking up a tie and gently tucking it between the lapels. “I saw it and thought of you. It’s got good pockets too, specifically for that angel blade of yours,” dean murmurs, eyes glazing over as the tears starts to burn. walking towards the door, dean lingers with his hand on the light-switch. “I hope you like it, cas” and then, even quieter “I miss you.”
