Introduction

"Supernatural", in my opinion, is the best show ever. Great adventure, emotions, tears, smile, sadness, happiness, they are mixed together and bring something more, than just show. And SPN fandom is the most devoted fandom in the world. We are one, big family.

I would like to say "Thank you". To the cast, crew, and everyone, who created SPN. Of course, the biggest thanks goes to Eric Kripke, amazing man, who gave us everything. His idea stole our hearts since the first episode. We love Team Free Will, we love Gabriel, Balthazar, even Lucifer. Each character is great and well played. SPN cast is the best cast ever, the actors are amazing, on the set and in real life.

There is not show without fans. SPN has fans. A lot. Thousands people watch every episode, cry, when Dean & Sam are crying, smile, when they are smiling, our hearts are broken, when they are sad, and we are with them all the time, we know everything about Winchesters. And one angel...

This is friendship. Between The Boys, and Cas (I still believe, they can fix everything in S7), and between us, the fans. I've met a lot of awesome people, on Twitter, and Facebook. Some of them are my true friends. If you read this now, you know, who you are. Thank you. This fanfic is for you.

My favourite and beloved character is Castiel. He always be, no matter what. His story is so interesting, so absorbing, sometimes even more, than Sam & Dean's story.

If you want to know, what would happen after 5th season, if you want to know, what would happen, if Sam back, Gabriel is alive, angels have soul and one soul, one man can save the world...or destroy it. If you want to know, what is Castiel's the biggest dream, and why Dean ordered kill Chuck, please, turn the page...

Episode 1 - "The beginning"

This evening Dean Winchester felt a slight anxiety. The day was the exactly the same as the other days. Lisa was preparing dinner in the kitchen. Ben was watching a movie that was rated for his age and somewhere in the area the dog was barking. The dog stopped after a while, probably feeling as sleepy as the the whole friday felt.

Then why, a son of John, a hunter of ghosts an other monsters that died, knew, using his sixth sence, that something will happen? How long did he lived in here... a year, two or three years? - He lived here with his small family and every morning he was affraid that some day it will end, now he wasn't affraid of it anymore. He KNEW it now.

He was standing by the window, watching the rain pour down the window dissapearing on the ground and tree branches dancing with a strong wind. The weather wasn't very unpleasant but, considering Dean's mood, it was too dark. He was looking forward the next morning and the sun, like that planet have the power of pushing away all of the trouble.

- The dinner is ready! - his girlfriend called, letting him know that he should come and help her with the dishes.

He wasn't hungry. His stomach was full of weird feelings, sure, that if he will turn around he will have to look closely at Ben and Lisa, to remember the view that's behind his back. He should make sure to remember it to be able to come back to it when... it will be gone.

He left the window at the same moment when one of the lamps outside flickered around and died.

Archangel. Funny. He closed his fist and opened it then he did the same thing again. He did it few times before he realised what he is doing. He should get used to it by now. His body didn't change at all if you can call being turned into small bloody pieces and thrown all over the place and then being brought back together not changing.

This doesn't change the fact that he was still happy. Nobody would want to die that way, from normal, indefferent finger flick of the puffed up Lucifer. True, that flick made Castiel expload but he got a second chance just a few minutes after that.

Exactly, a chance. And a new powers. He brought Bobby Singer back to life and he won't forget the look at his face till the end of... hmm, his life.

He still missed it though. He missed the old days. Well, maybe not the moment when he had to be a self-destructing bomb or the time when Dean talked him or more pushed him into a meeting with a certain woman of light morals. Castiel shaked a little at that memory. Such an umpleasant experience! And that house of profligacy. Sex, alcohol, probably drugs as well disgusting. And Winchester used to like this kind of places.

But still, it is something that's missing in here, in Heaven. Friendship. There are angels all around here, they are all taking care of their own business. Walking into this place, some of the brothers would call it a room, and would want something from him. But none of them came just to have a chat, they all came for orders. Every position has it's responsibility. But the higher position you have the more lonely you are.

When the next person dissapeared literally Castiel sighted. If he would have a posibility... No, it's nonsense. He started to talk to himself because of the boredom.

- It's devilish... - he interrupted.

He made a quick prayer to apologise for using a forbidden word in the House of God and continued:

- hmm, these devices have no reach between Heaven and Earth. And what would I tell him? Hey. It's me, Castiel, I want to have some fun, because I feel like an accountant on Earth feels?

He had no idea that he will stop being bored soon. On the contrary, he will start praying for the times when all he had to do was sitting around and take care of all of this.

Bobby Singer didn't have anything to be concidered about. Ever since he was able to walk again he was enjoying his life in all the possible ways. Of course, all of his activities were totally legal. Starting from taking some walks around and ending on the trips far away. Usually, everything he was doing had something to do with walking. Slow, fast, whatever he felt like. It seemed that he wanted to enjoy it untill...he could still do it.

That's a really weird idea, he reprimended himself. Lucifer was locked in his box, thanks to the team cooperation. Of course it was possible thanks to Sam and

Their victory had a terrible loss. They all lost Sam at that time, younger son o John Winchester. But they knew what they were up against and what might the consequences be. Besides, Sam knew exactly how it might end up. So, in a way, they should be happy.

Did he had some conpunction? No, because why would he have them? He did what he had to do and he couldn't do anything more.

That's why without any defiance he put the picture of the best friends he had in his life, Sam and Dean, on his desk. It was staying still, not moving at all, like a normal picture. Because it was what it was, just a picture, right?

He was not looking at it often though. The wound still hurt, John's son still had his whole life before him... or he would, if he would be a normal person. This is probably the reason that Singer didn't notice that exactly at the same time when Dean went to the kitchen to help Lisa, Sam's eyes turned yellow for a moment. And then went back to normal.