The man watched as the paramedics loaded the broken body onto the stretcher and into the waiting van. They were no longer hurrying but still exercising extreme care. The Impala was nearby, too wrecked to be salvaged. It was dark and the leaves danced with the wind to some unheard love song. The stars watched as the scene below unfolded. It started to rain slowly then all of a sudden it became heavy as if the sky was expressing its despair. Everyone and everything understood what had happened here tonight, a man had lost his life. The bystander hadn't lost just anyone. The body on the stretcher was his life, the reason he woke up every morning. He was the person who allowed him to be completely himself; he accepted and loved all his flaws. Of course he'd lost him before but never like this. This time just seemed so permanent. Of all the things Cas had witnessed Dean do, it was finally the ordinary that took his life.