Dean looked across the room to Sam. He was asleep. Finally. It had probably only been minutes since Sam's head had hit the pillow, but to Dean it felt like an eternity. He gingerly rose off of the squeaky bed in their cheap motel room. They had just recently started their normal hunting routine again. Normal cheap motel room, normal hunting case, and normal (almost sane) brother. Just one problem, nothing seemed normal anymore. Not since….. Dean didn't want to think about it right now. Slowly and carefully Dean crept over to the door and silently slipped out, careful not to wake his brother in the process. The cool, night air gently caressed Dean's face as he stepped outside. It felt good. He took a minute to breath in the humid air before walking over to his baby, the Impala. He rubbed her trunk in greeting before opening it up to look at the contents inside. If a normal person had opened it they would have seen a normal trunk, but in the hands of the Winchester brothers it was their armory and home. He opened the secret compartment in the bottom and began to dig through the contents. It took several minutes before he found what he was looking for. He closed the trunk and sat down on the car. In his hands he now held a tan trench coat, or an overcoat as Castiel had once said, in his rough hands. It was worn and stained but Dean just couldn't throw it away. Of course he never let Sam or Bobby know he still had it. It was all he had left. He sat there holding the folded coat gently petting it.
"That dumb son of a bitch. If only…" Dean chocked back a sob as tears began to roll down his face. If only he could have convinced Castiel sooner, If only he was stronger, if only… If only's weren't going to bring Cas back. He was gone and he knew it. Dean hugged the coat tightly against his chest and let the tears fall.
A warm breeze began to blow almost cradling the sobbing man. A ghost-like touch on Deans cheek, like a hand trying to wipe away the tears, then another, longer touch on his forehead, like a kiss. Dean looked up and saw a light figure in front of him. It wasn't Jimmy, but Dean knew immediately it was Cas. It leaned forward and kissed him again on the forehead.
"I'm waiting," Cas said, then vanished with the wind.
