Dean Winchester stared at what was his brother with incredulity. He had never imagined he would screw up this bad. Now Kevin was dead. Their only hope at returning the rampaging fallen angels to heaven, getting Castiel's grace back, and their friend, Kevin Tran was dead. As Gadreel in Sam's body sauntered out of the bunker with the tablets in his bag, Dean began to feel more and more hopeless, and more and more alone."Kevin?" he called out dejectedly, knowing full well only silence would answer as he stared at his friend's burnt out corpse on the floor. He only succeded in making himself feel worse.

"Am I dead?" Kevin the Reaper standing in front of him.

The solemn man nodded confirmation.

"But that means... Dean is all alone now. Sam, or rather the angel using his body left. Charlie is still in Oz. Cas won't go to him because he thinks it's too dangerous, and he won't be able to hear Dean praying because he has another angels grace. Not his own. I have to help him. I have to help Dean. He can't be on his own. Who knows what he'll do!" Kevin practically screamed at the Reaper.

"I can allow you one last day on earth, but only as a spirit. You may go where you wish, see and speak to who you wish, but after twenty-four hours, you must take your place in Heaven."

"Thank you. You can stick me back down there now. I need to see Castiel."

With a wave of the Reaper's hand, Kevin found himself standing in Dean's bedroom at the bunker. Dean himself was curled up on his bed, crying into his pillow. He had already burned Kevin's body, and he hadn't stopped crying since. He was all alone now. No one to help him. Kevin had never seen him this torn apart. He knew what he needed to do.

In the blink of an eye, Kevin stood among a small group of trees outside a grungy motel somewhere in Indiana. He didn't know exactly where, but as he gazed curiously at the motel, he caught sight of the trench-coated angel in one of the windows. Without really knowing how he got there, Kevin was suddenly standing inside the room where he had seen Castiel just moments before. Materializing quietly, he cleared his throat to get the angel's attention. Castiel jumped as the sound and turned to find Kevin Tran leaning against the small table that was stationed just under the window in the small motel room. "Kevin? What is going on? I thought you were at the bunker, where it's safe? How did you get here?" Cas growled in surprise. "Relax, Cas. Turns out the bunker wasn't as safe as I thought. After you told Dean that Ezekiel died in the fall, Dean kinda wen't nuts. He painted a sigil in the storeroom that was supposed to give Sam full control over the angel possesing him. I guess it didn't work because when 'Sam' came out of the store room, he came to find me. Now I'm dead and Dean is alone in the bunker." As Kevin recounted the story, Castiel felt more and more sorry for Dean. For not being there for him. Not helping. But it was too dangerous for him to be near his friend right now. Both Malachai and Bartholomew were trying to hunt him down. He was a beacon for the angels to follow right to Dean. He couldn`t put the man in danger. But Dean was probably hurt. Cas knew he had to see him. "Cas, Dean's real messed up about this. He needs someone who cares about him, someone he can trust. He needs you." And that was all it took. With the gentle whoosh of wings, Castiel disappeared and made his way to Dean.

Kevin stood silently by, invisible to his friend and the angel currently standing in Dean Winchester's bedroom. Dean's face was streaked with tears, his knees were weak and he looked like he was just hit by a train. He had jumped in surprise and in defense when he heard the whoosh of an angels wings. He was definatly not expecting Castiel.

"Cas." Dean uttered, in a voice almost below a whisper. But Castiel still heard.

"Ye, Dean. Kevin came to me as a spirit. I was told you were in need of a friend. I wish to be that friend." Cas said in his deep gravelly voice, full of sympathy for the dishevelled looking human in front of him.

Dean's legs suddenly gave out from under him, and the man collapsed on the floor in front of Castiel. In moments Cas was on the floor too, pulling Dean into his arms on hugging him tightly to the angel's chest. Dean knelt on the floor in the arms of his best friend, as Kevin stood to the side, watching silently. Slowly, as Dean tucked his head into the crook of Castiel's shoulder and wrapped his arms around the angel, letting his tears flow freely, Kevin was satisfieed that Dean would make it through. He knew Cas would help him, and Kevin had done a good thing. His Reaper appeared beside him, and with a nod, Kevin was taken to Heaven, where he would be at peace, reunited with his mother and his girlfriend after such a long time on his own.