I think we should probably talk." Chuck said.

Dean gulped and looked at Sam, who looked just as scared as he did.

"Uh...yeah probably." Dean nodded, not particularly sure where to look.

Sam cleared his throat and nodded too, then all at once, they found themselves in a bar.

They were very surprised to see an old face.

"Metatron?" Sam asked.

"Yeah...hi guys...er - sorry?" he smiled sheepishly.

Sam and Dean looked at each other, wondering what was going on and how to deal with it all.

They shrugged and decided to just wing it.

"Are you alright?" Dean whispered.

Sam nodded.

"Well guys - welcome, come take a seat." Chuck invited, pointing to the seat in front of Metatron and Himself.

Looking at each other with nerves, the brothers cleared their throats and slowly obeyed, taking their seats.

Chuck was smiling.

"Well, first off, don't grovel much, it's awkward as hell, and call me Chuck, okay?" he asked.

They nodded.

"So - let's get down to brass tax here, as Metatron said to me." Chuck invited.

Dean looked again at Sam with nerves, almost afraid to speak - when Chuck said nothing further, he guessed it was an invitation to ask questions. So, he cleared his throat.

"Where have you been?" he asked.

"I have been right here, on Earth."

"But - the amulet didn't burn…?"

"Ah I switched the charm off - come on, I am me, after all." Chuck laughed, brushing it off.

Sam swallowed.

"Are you staying?" he dared, shocked at himself for asking - he didn't want to sound disrespectful.

Especially with his record…

"Don't worry Sam," Chuck answered gently, "I'm not going anywhere. I am here to stay, and I have a lot of work to do - I imagine you boys will want to help me?"

Sam raised his eyebrows, but Dean answered before him with another question.

"You want us to help you? None of this would have happened if you had just stuck around and done your job!" he spat.

Chuck turned to him with a hard stair, making Dean instantly regret his tone of voice.

"Er...sir?" he laughed nervously.

Chuck's gaze softened a tad and he sighed out.

"And you two had nothing to do with any of the major problems in the last few years?" He questioned, "Who started the apocalypse? Who let Lucifer out? In fact, who let my SISTER out?" He asked, a little dangerously.

Sam and Dean looked pretty uncomfortable.

"Well...we may have had SOMETHING to do with all of that…" Dean stammered.

"We had EVERYTHING to do with that...and we're sorry - but what Dean meant was, if you had been here keeping charge then the angels wouldn't have gone astray...and...and besides, it's not like we did any of it to hurt anyone - we ARE good, and have always tried our hardest to pull through the darkness in our lives - maybe we could have used some light…?" Sam intervened, getting a little emotional.

Chuck had caught his gaze and it overwhelmed him.

He felt like a small child explaining why he had been naughty.

Blinking, he looked at the table and feel silent.

Chuck was nodding slowly.

"No - you're right. I should have been around more to show the light. Despite your many, many flaws - you are good. Any problem you may have caused, you have always tried your hardest to fix. And let's be honest - most of it was caused by your love for each other...and how can I be angry for acts of love? It's just not who I am. Let's just say that everyone sitting here has made mistakes, but deep down, we're all good - I think we can agree on that?" he observed, and the three around him all nodded.

"Alright - I vote we wipe the slate clean and start fresh - who agrees?"

You could almost feel the relief in the room from everyone.

"So...does this mean that er...ALL of us, are forgiven by everyone else for EVERYTHING?" Sam asked softly.

Chuck nodded.

Nothing more was needed to be said.

So, everyone agreed, and started fresh.

"Alright!" Chuck smiled, pleased, "Let's get down to business then!"

He stood up, and the others followed.

Chuck raised his hand and all of a sudden Castiel appeared, without sharing his vessel with Lucifer.

He looked around, startled.

"What happened?" he asked.

He spotted Sam and Dean then and couldn't help but grin.

"It's me, not Lucifer! It's me! I'm here, and alive - I don't know how, but I am!" he chattered.

Suddenly, Sam and Dean were embracing him.

He was surprised for a moment, but then gladly returned the hug. He really did love them and had been afraid he wouldn't see them again.

After pulling away and clearing his throat, Dean breathed out and looked back at Chuck both with question and extreme gratitude.

"Don't mention it." Chuck winked, taking Castiel's arm and leading him away a little.

"Chuck? What's going on? I thought you were dead, there can only be one prophet at a time!"

"Cas! I'm not a prophet, come on!"

Castiel's eyes went wide.

"Castiel - before we go any further...it's ok. You have done things that are very, very wrong - but you wouldn't have done any of it if I was there to guide and support you, like a good Father should. So, let's cut the grovelling and tears and maybe we can both forgive each other for everything?" Chuck jumped in, holding Castiel's arm.

Castiel swallowed, fighting the million emotions he felt.

He nodded, not trusting himself to speak.

He didn't care anymore - about his father leaving, or any of it - he was just so, so happy to see Him again!

He sighed out and hugged Chuck with all his might, and it was returned with just as much love and gladness.

The moment continued for a while, and no-one interrupted them, and neither Cas nor Chuck wanted to break it.

But eventually they had to.

So, very gently, Chuck pushed Cas away and smiled softly at him.

Cas smiled back and nodded, clearing his throat.

"Okay boys - everyone's forgiven everyone, everyone's clean as a whistle, and everyone's got work to do. We need to put Amara back to where she belongs - so let's do this, shall we?"

Everyone in agreement, it was time to get down to business.