Hi there. Thank you for taking the time to read this... You might recognized some parts of this fanfic. I did use some parts from season 11 episode 23. SO PLEASE MAKE SURE YOU HAVE SEEN THAT EPISODE. I HAVE ALSO USED SOME PARTS FROM THE FIRST EPISODE OF SEASON 12. I CAN ASURE YOU THAT THIS FIC WILL BE VASTLY DIFFERENT THAN THE SHOW BUT PLEASE BE UP TO DATE AS I MAY BRING SOME SENCES IN. There will be one big difference, I won't be bringing in the British Men of Letters. I might later, but not right now. Sorry for grammar and spelling errors. I don't have a beta... Enjoy.

"What about us? What about Earth?" Dean asked. God and the Darkness were leaving. Would the be okay without God again?

"Earth will be fine. Its got you... and Sam." Chuck replied confidently before he turned to walk back to Amara. They joined hands. The both looked like they were the happiest they'd been in a long time.

"Dean. You gave me what I needed most. I wanna do the same for you." Amara spoke before she and God began to turn in to light and smoke. Their essences seem to dance as they rose up towards the sky. The sky was a beautiful bright blue again. Dean began to panic.

God had just left and had he really just left the whole world in their hands? This was too much. Why can't someone else save the world for once. He was so tired of it, tired of it all. He just wanted it all to stop. What the hell did Amara mean when she said she was going to give him what he needed most. He didn't need anything but sleep. "Well, Amara, I need a beer." Dean looked around and let out a small laugh when nothing showed up. I better get back to the bunker, he thought to himself, Sam thinks I'm dead.

Dean fought his way through the trees and bushes. "Come on." He said to his phone. The he looked around and asked, "Where the hell am I?"

"Help! Help me!" he heard a woman call. Dean looked around for her and the he found her. She was a confused blonde woman in a night gown.

"Mom?"

The sun had set by the time Sam and Castiel got back to the bunker.

"Sam, I'm so sorry. If you want to talk... I'm here if you need anything." Castiel said as the walked down the steps. He had no idea how to comfort Sam.

"Thanks, Cas." Sam said and then sighed. His brother was dead. This time there was no coming back. The 'New Death', Billie would never allow it. She had told them both that she was sick of them dying and then coming back again. He walked to the library and sat down, putting his face in his hands. He couldn't believe after everything he and Cas had gone through last year, trying to get Dean back, he was gone again. They could never truly win a fight. Sam looked up when he heard the sound of bottles hitting each other. Castiel stood next to him cradling a few beers. The angel awkwardly set them on the table next to Sam. Without saying a word, Sam grabbed a beer.

In a messed a way, a small part of Dean had been a little relieved that the world was ending. Team Free Will, as he had called them so long ago and occasionally referred to the three of them in his thoughts, wouldn't have to run around anymore trying to save the world. A larger part of him, most of him, was guilty. This was all his fault. It was because of him that Castiel, Sam, Charlie and even Crowley and Rowena, had unleashed the Darkness. Dean glanced at the angel riding shotgun. Their tag team attempt at capturing Amara had failed and he didn't want to die sober. So here he was, the end neigh, taking Castiel on a beer run. It felt wrong to sit in silence.

"How are you doing? You good?" Dean tried to break the silence. Castiel looked away and stare out the window. He watched the blur of trees out the window. This could be the last time he would ever get to admire them. Dean tried to get his attention again. "I mean, you know, with the whole Lucifer thing." Castiel scoffed at Dean.

"I was just... So stupid." He shook his head as he spoke.

"No, no, no. It wasn't stupid. You were right. You were right to let Lucifer ride shotgun. Me and Sam wouldn't have done that."

"Well, it didn't work."

"No, but it was our best shot and you stepped up." Dean said back.

"I was just trying to help." Castiel said, thinking about what Ambriel had said about him being expendable.

"Well, and you do help, Cas. You know, sometimes me and Sam have so much going on that we forget about everyone else."

"Well, you do live very exciting lives." Dean chuckled at Castiel's words.

"Ya, that's one word for it. But you're always there, you know?"

Castiel was about to respond when he realized that this could be the last time he was alone with Dean. "Dean, pull over."

"No, let me finish. You're the best friend we've ever had. You're ou-"

"I said, pull over." Castiel's tone was terrifying. Dean did as he was told. Sometimes he forgot just how powerful the angel was. He pulled over to the side of the road and glanced nervously at a green sedan that sped by.

"What's wrong, Cas?"

"This is the end of the world, Dean. And- and I don't want it to end before I get the chance to tell you that... I-I love you Dean." Castiel didn't even try to finish what he was thinking or give Dean a chance to respond. Castiel place one had behind Dean's neck and pressed his lips to Dean's.

At first, all Castiel felt was terror. What if Dean pushed him away, but after a few minutes Dean began to kiss him back. Dean loved Castiel too, but this isn't how he wanted their first kiss to be. He never wanted it to happen just because it was the end of the world. He felt Castiel paw at his jacket and began to take it off. His phone rang, causing Castiel to pull away.

Dean cleared his throat before answering, "Yo... Alright. We're on our way." Dean hung up and turn to Cas. "Sam's got something."

"So, how much farther." His mother's voice tore him from his memory. They had just let the store where the bought Mary some clothes. She couldn't just walk around in her nighty forever. Dean had told her about almost everything she had missed in the last 33 years. He could see in her eyes the pain she felt. She never wanted her boys to be raised like this. She didn't want them to be hunters.

"A little over a half an hour." He responded. His mother looked exactly how he remembered her. She was beautiful. is. She is beautiful. His mother was alive. After all of these years, he finally had her back. Dean was beyond happy. Then Dean thought back to Cas. What would happen to them.

Dean and Mary went down the bunker stairs. She was looking around in awe. "Mom, stay back for a minute. I want to give Sam a heads up so he doesn't have a heart attack." She nodded. Dean walked into the library and saw Sam and Castiel sitting side by side. Sam was drinking what looked like his third beer. He always did know how to drink in moderation. Fucking goody goody, he thought, smiling to himself. He then looked at Castiel, who was staring at his own thumbs.

"Hiya Sammy." Dean said. Sam jumped, and turned to look at his brother. He stood up and ran to his brother, hugging him. Castiel stood up as well.

"Dean? You're alive? How?" Sam asked once he pulled away. Before Dean could respond, Castiel stepped towards him, wrapping his arms around Dean. He stepped back, not meeting Dean's eyes, and allowed Dean to answer Sam's question.

"I'll explain in a minute. Before I do, there's something you need to see." As if it was planned she stepped into view.

"Mom?" Sam breathed. Castiel was speechless. Neither of them could believe their eyes. Mary Winchester, dead 33 years, was standing before them.

"Hi, Sam." Mary smiled.

"Mom, this is Castiel. He's the angel." Dean said gesturing to Castiel.

"Hello." Castiel greeted her awkwardly. She nodded at him.

"You should tell them what happened." she said, trying to get everyone's eyes off her. Dean then gestured for everyone to take a seat at the library table.

"Well, Amara knew about the bomb. So instead of blowing her up, we talked. When I asked her what she wanted she brought Chuck in. They made up and she fixed him. Then decided to go on a little family retreat. Oh ya, God more or less named us the new caretakers of Earth." Dean gave them a short, choppy summary.

"And she brought me back." Mary volunteered.

"New caretakers?" Sam raised his eyebrows.

"Ya, he said that Earth would be fine because it had us." Dean clarified. When nobody else spoke again. He smiled at their mother. "Hey, why don't we get you settled in."

Thanks again! To be continued! I NEED A BETA! HELP ME!