Disclaimer: If I owned Supernatural: Castiel wouldn't have been torn to shreds, Bobby wouldn't have been killed, and Lucifer would be violating more than Sammy's mind.

'This wasn't supposed to happen.' Dean thought to himself.

'Not like this.'

He leaned against the side of the Impala, holding the trench coat tighter in his arms. A god damn trench coat. That was all that was left of him.

He clenched his jaw.

They were supposed to get past this. Yeah, Dean would've been mad at him- I mean the angel did try to kill him and all- but he'd have gotten over it eventually. He would've forgiven him, and they'd have just gone right back to what they were doing before-

"Dean."

Dean snapped his head around. There was only one person in the world with a voice that beautiful. Sure enough, there he was-his angel- standing a few paces behind him.

"Cas?" Dean ran over to Castiel, a relieved smile on his face. He crushed him to his body in a tight embrace.

"I thought I'd lost you."

Silence.

He stopped smiling, taking a step back when Castiel didn't say anything. Dean studied his facial features, taking in the sorrowful look on his face.

"You're not staying, are you?"

"No Dean, I'm not."

Dean's shoulders slumped in defeat. He wanted to feel angry at Cas for giving him false hope, but he couldn't find the strength to. He once again wrapped his arms around the angel, burying his face in Castiel's neck.

"It's not fair. Why can't you come back? You did it the last time."

Dean felt the long sigh that escaped his lover's body.

"It's not that simple Dean, and you know it. I don't have much time. I just came to say-"

"Don't. Don't say your goodbyes." Dean pulled away sadly, looking down at the grass."If you do, it means you really won't be coming back."

If Castiel looked amazing on a regular day, he was breathtaking when he cried. The tears streamed freely down his cheeks, and Dean felt his own eyes water.

"I'm sorry Dean."

Castiel closed his eyes as Dean's hand caressed his face.

"I know you are."

He softly kissed his angel for what he knew would be the last time.

"I love you Dean."

Dean's eyes snapped open.

He sat up, taking in his surroundings as he did. He wasn't by his car anymore. He was sitting in the middle of his hotel room-working on a job, he remembered.

Cas was gone.

His eyes frantically searched the room for his angel to no avail. He stopped searching and, with a sigh, prepared to stand up. That's when he noticed that he was holding a trench coat.

The trench coat.

He stared at it for awhile.

"I love you Dean."

He sank back to the ground in despair.

Cas was gone.

Bobby was dead.

Sam was too busy trying to keep his sanity intact.

"Who's going to love now Cas?" He whispered to himself.

"Who's going to love me now?"

THAT WAS...ah...not good. It seems like my muse has abandoned me. I figured a little change in scenery- or shows- would help me out but i had trouble trying to keep these two from being too ooc. Oh well. At least i'm writing something!

(never fear. i feel that i'll be out of this rut soon enough.)