Disclaimer: Do I really have to go through this every time? I don't own any of the characters, not even our surprised guest. I don't own Rolling Stones: Laugh I nearly died, Triumph: Fight the Good Fight or Kansas: Carry on my Wayward Son.

A.N: So this idea just hit me today. Literally. So decided to write this and see how it goes. And I finished this all in one day as well. Summer vacation and a good idea will do that to you. It does take into account the synopsis of the coming episodes and worked in my own way.

This is a multi-chapter story, give me a bit to upload.

Summary: AU S6 ending. The wall in Sam's head has come down. Can there be hope in the most hopeless time? Can a miracle be worked or is it the end?

Chapter 1: Is this what you wanted?

Castiel stood in the corner of the small bedroom. He never knew he could feel true heartbreak but he did.

Sam Winchester, one of the most renowned hunters, sat in a chair, his eyes vacant and lost, drool falling out of his mouth, his head lopsided for all the world looking like a vegetable. It was a terrible sight, and for one who has lived thousands of years, for Castiel this was without a doubt the worst sight he has ever seen. His eyes traveled to the older Winchester, who looked, if you could believe it, worse than Sam in some respect. Dean sat next to his younger brother on the floor. He had been murmuring reassurances and occasionally, stroking his brother's hand. His own green eyes were red and vacant as well, as he continued to murmur not moving, his head almost leaning on Sam's leg and the arm of the chair.

Castiel couldn't believe that such a sight would be possible. Heaven's civil war, had been averted but at a terrible cost. Castiel wished that he could redo this, there had to have been some way to win without such a great sacrifice. He wished that his Father had given him a sign and said something, had led him, but there was no sign. There never had been. If Castiel thought that Dean turning against him, and with good reason, would have been the most hurtful thing in his existence, looking at this was far worst. He had not seen Dean since that day that they had the argument and Castiel left with a heavy heart.

But he had to come back. He couldn't make this right, but he had to be there, whatever the cost to him. He owed it to both brothers.

"Dean?" Castiel murmured quietly, afraid to raise his voice any higher.

He saw Dean shift once, but as he once would have stood and faced him, perhaps even having some words for him, he did not.

That was proof of how far things had fallen.

Castiel slowly walked over, his eyes taking in Sam. He swallowed and looked down at Dean who had ceased his murmurings.

"Dean….."

What could he say? That it'll be alright? That they would fix it? This was beyond Castiel's ability to fix. He wouldn't even know where to start. Castiel didn't even think that Death itself would even know fix this.

So what could he say?

"I'm sorry." He settled on quietly.

Dean blinked and silent tears poured down his already tear-tracked face. He shut his eyes, trying to still them but was unable to do so. It was Castiel who placed his hand on Dean's shoulder as a feeble attempt of a gesture of comfort.

But they both knew it wasn't Castiel's hand gripping him that he wanted to feel.

"We came this far…." Came a broken and husky voice, cracking with disuse. "We came this far and this beat us. Beat him." Another pause as Dean tried to still his sob, "And you can't fix this, can you?"

Castiel closed his eyes briefly. "I'm sorry." he repeated.

What other words could he say?

"Doesn't help now, does it? You won your war, you got what you wanted." Dean spoke bitterly, gripping his brother's limp hand.

"No, I didn't. I didn't get what I want. I lost what I had."

Dean didn't say anything to that, as he buried his face in Sam's leg and sobbed. And Castiel could not help but to kneel next to Dean and tentatively wrap his arms around him. He was surprised that Dean let him, taking what small comfort he could.

'Father, please, is this what you wanted?' Castiel prayed silently. 'Is this what you meant for the infamous Winchesters, after all they've done? All they've sacrificed. I once asked you for a sign and you didn't answer. Are you even still here? If so, why haven't you said anything. Please, I don't ask for myself but I ask for them. Please…just…please…'

"Little brother….." Castiel found himself murmuring after a short while.

Dean let out a laugh amidst his sob as he lifted his head and looked at Castiel. "Little brother?" he asked.

Castiel smiled lightly. "I am older than you, you know? I am an angel, hence you are the little brother."

A flash of the old Dean appeared however brief, "No way, you have the mentality of a child. I'm still the older brother."

"As you wish", Castiel spoke, hugging Dean to him.

Silence began to drift between them, as Dean stopped sobbing for the moment. Dean looked up at Sam.

And Castiel hugged him again and couldn't help but to beg silently, winging it into the very universe itself: 'Is this what you wanted?'

I've been to Africa, looking for my soul
And I feel like an actor looking for a role
I've been in Arabia, I've seen a million stars
Been sipping champagne on the boulevards - yes

I'm so sick and tired
Trying to turn the tide, yeah
So I'll say my goodbye
Laugh, laugh
I nearly died….

TBC…..

A.N: I know it's a sad chapter, but work with me here. I made my own self sad. Yeah, totally played the brother angle. Dean and Cas had been friends for some time, and I figured that they could consider each other brothers, but when Dean said it in the last episode, I was so happy! I was like, YEA!

Technically, Dean gets an older brother! Or another younger, depending on how you look at it!