Version:1.0 StartHTML:0000000184 EndHTML:0000007549 StartFragment:0000002451 EndFragment:0000007513 SourceURL:file:/localhost/Users/usuario/Documents/The%20Ghost%20Of%

You have to lead us, begged Hannah to the angel in front of her. You have to help us rebuild heaven, Castiel.

If there was someone worthy enough to lead the reconstruction of their home, thought Hannah, it was him. She knew her brothers and sisters wouldn't oppose, but doubted the angel was going to accept. The weight of his past mistakes followed him wherever he went, and they would probably make him decline the offer. She was sure. After all, he preferred to spend time with humans rather than with his own kind. Still, she had to try.

Castiel looked worn out. He had bags under his eyes, and his blue eyes revealed a deep sadness. Hannah often thought he looked lost, like if he was struggling to find something that was long gone. She wondered what could he possibly be thinking that disturbed him so much.

-You know I can't, Hannah, he finally said. Every time I try to help heaven, it ends up making it worse. You need to be leaded by someone strong, not an angel who runs on a stolen grace. I am truly sorry, but I'm no leader.

And just like that, Castiel was gone.

Sam's POV

It had been two days since Dean died. Two days since his corpse disappeared leaving no trail. Sam felt hollow, as if his brother had taken a piece of him when he left. He wanted him back, but knew there was no way that could happen. The mark of Cain had corrupted Dean to the point where he would kill viciously. If Sam brought him back, he would rise as a twisted version of his brother, ready to slaughter at any moment.

In the days that followed the fight against Metatron, Sam had been staying at the bunker, trying to figure at a way to find whoever stole his brother's corpse and make him pay. The hunter knew he should have already called Cas, but then he didn't want to be the one to tell the angel Dean was dead. But he needed help. He had failed his brother too many times during the past years. Sam wasn't going to let him down now. If that meant he had to call Cas, he would do it.

So he closed his eyes and started praying to Castiel: Cas ... are you listening? I need you man. Something happened to Dean and I, I... just come here. Please. At that point, Sam was already crying. He stopped the prayer, in part because he couldn't continue talking and in part because he knew that if Cas had been listening, he would appear in any second.

Suddenly, Sam heard a sound like fluttering wings. He knew it was Cas. When he looked up, the angel stared back at him with concern in his eyes.

What is wrong ,Sam? Cas asked as Sam opened a bottle of beer, still crying .He couldn't find a way of telling the angel about what had taken pace the day they defeated Metatron , so he let him talk.

You said something had happened to your brother , Cas said with a trembling voice . If Sam hadn't known better , he would have said the angel was on the verge of tears.

Dean , Sam finally said in between sobs , Dean is dead Cas.