A/N: Revised 12/1/14 for small errors.
Dean sat there, stunned.
This can't be real. This can't be real. This can't be real.
"Come on Kevin. Wake up. WAKE UP GOD DAMMIT!" he screamed, even though he knew it would not help.
He couldn't force himself up to do anything. He sat there in his own thoughts, staring at the fallen prophet.
I'm truly alone now.
Kevin's gone.
Sam's gone.
Charlie's in Wonderland.
Garth is still MIA.
Cas has his mojo back.
He wanted to tear the world apart, bring his brother back, kill all the dick angels, find a way to get Kevin and everyone back, though he knew he couldn't. Kevin was smitted. No one ever comes back from that.
Maybe there's still a chance. He's one of us. You ain't a Winchester if you haven't risen from the dead at least once.
He prayed once more to Castiel, though he knew it probably wouldn't go through. There were more important things going on.
I'm completely and utterly alone.