Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any of the characters.

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Dean didn't know what to do. Sure, he'd lost plenty of people he'd cared about in his lifetime, but he had never felt as truly empty as he did at that very moment. As soon as he saw the angel, no his angel, walk into the water he felt his world shatter. Cas wasn't supposed to really ever be gone. He was always supposed to come back. He was an Angel of the Lord, God was supposed to bring him back. He always had before. Just because he made a stupid choice, that shouldn't mean that the angel deserved to die.

So, Dean did all he could think of doing when he was alone in his Impala. He pulled out his phone and called Castiel's cell phone.

"You've reached the voicemail of: I don't understand. Why-Why do you want me to say my name?"

As Dean heard the buttons Cas had clicked before the tone for him to speak, his heart clenched in a way he never thought possible.

"Cas…you can't be dead. You're a fucking angel that God's brought back before. The big man'll do it again. Because, dammit, there's so much I needed to let you know. We were supposed to have time together that I could do that," he took a breath, trying to compose himself, "I have your trench coat, for when you come back. No if you come back, because you will. I uh, I'm keeping it in the back of the Impala. I couldn't just leave it, you wouldn't be the same without it. Cas, uh…don't take too long to find Sam and me. We need you back…I need you back."

And the beep came from the phone indicating that the voicemail time limit was over. Dean leaned his head back and let out a huge sigh. It was odd, how silent everything was in his car when for the past few years all he's ever heard was the constant noise and distress of everything in his life. In the silence, he soon learned, his mind wandered.

His mind wandered to Cas, or the Leviathans, walking Castiel's body into that water; to those brief moments where he'd believed that he had his angel back, before those monsters took hold of his body, to every single moment he had that he should have told the angel everything he felt..

"Dean…" he heard a sickeningly familiar voice say from the seat next to him.

As Dean turned to his side, his heart fell to his stomach.

It couldn't be. It was his angel, a bit cut up, but it was his angel in the seat next to him. His angel, without a trench coat, his hair wet, with his cellphone in his hand.

"You said you needed me."