One shot. I have faith that Castiel isn't really gone, but I really thought they gave short shrift to the whole trench coat thing in 7-02 so this is what I thought should have happened.

Dean sat on the hood of the Impala looking up at the stars and turned the bundle over and over in his hands. It was dry now, but blood and Leviathan goo still spotted it and reminded Dean all too painfully that his friend was gone.

"Cas, you stupid son of a bitch…why did you let it come to this? We could have helped you damn it."

He hugged it tightly to his chest and a single tear fell as he realized that he had never hugged Castiel. Not once in all the time he was with them had any of them ever given the guy a simple hug. All he had done for them, everything he was to them and not a single damn hug. He looked up at the stars as he unfolded the coat and wrapped himself in it.

"God, I know I don't talk to you much. Hell I don't even think you are up there anymore, but this isn't the way Cas should have gone out even if he what he tried to do was an epic fail. He was supposed to go out in a blaze of glory or something. Just…help him if you can. Make sure he gets back to Heaven or wherever it is that Angels go…and tell him I...I love him."

Just as Dean finished his prayer the radio clicked on even though Dean had the keys to the car in his pocket. His heart clenched in his chest as he heard the song that began to play and he gathered some of the fabric up, clinching it tightly in his hand as the tears began to fall in earnest.

So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
Blue skys from pain.
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

And did they get you to trade
Your heros for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.