Dean rested his forehead against Castiel's. "I found you." He whispered.

Cas opened his eyes. There was a sad glint in them. "Hello Dean…" His voice trailed off and then the former angel cleared his throat, "Dean I-"

"Don't say it Cas. Please don't."

"-Dean."

"DON'T APOLOGISE!" Please don't ruin it all. It was that bastard Metatron who did this not him.

"Dean I'm sorry. I was tricked and now this is my fault. The angels fell because of my foolish acts."

Dean grit his teeth but he kept a strong grip on his friend's shoulder. He would kill every son of a bitch that came near them. He wouldn't even hesitate.

"But you know what Dean?" He didn't expect the small man to continue.

"What is it Cas?" He tensed suddenly when the Castiel pulled him into a tight embrace. His face was buried into Dean's shoulder. Dean slowly returned the gesture and hugged him too. He didn't realise how badly he had needed a hug. How long had it been? Years? Months? He realised Cas was speaking into his shoulder and tuned back into the mans muffled voice but only caught the last line.

"I think I'm going to like it here."

Dean smiled to himself but at the same time he was scared. What did this mean now that the angels were gone? He also realised another thing; he hadn't opened his eyes yet. He was too scared to see the guilt in his friends wide blue eyes. And he was afraid of letting Castiel see the fear in his own tired, green eyes.