Time to Let Go
"Dean."
"Gabriel?"
"I don't have much time."
"You're dead."
"I was, and so was Castiel. But I found him and we're coming back. You just gotta have faith, Deano."
Staring at the vivid figure it seems all too real.
All too Gabriel.
He wants this all to be true, so much needs it.
"Wait for me."
With that last whisper he's vanishing, probably back to half remembered days of cherry lollipops and women.
Dean awakens suddenly to harsh thunder and lightning.
Storms, they're sometimes known to form crazy dreams.
He should have known it was too good to be true.
FIN