Barely holding himself up; standing in a pile of blood. That's not even his own.

Dean looks over to his right and sees Sam getting himself up. When he's fully up, his eyes meet Dean's and he gives him a nod. They both turn and look up at the sky, hoping to maybe see something. Anything.

He looks back at Sam and Sam walks over to the passenger door of the Impala without looking back up at Dean. Dean looks back up at the sky one more time then goes into the Impala.

They don't turn on the radio. What had just happened was still stuck in their head's. An image went through Dean's mind; one of Castiel. Castiel walking through those barn doors, Dean and Bobby shooting at him because they didn't know what he was. Who he was.

Then another image; one that happened a couple of years ago. When Cas gobbled up a bunch of souls and claimed he was the new "God".

Then one last image; one from tonight. The image that was the most important. The most important because Dean wasn't afraid of Cas in this image, not like the last ones. This time he was sad. This time he was saying farewell.

All three of them barely fitting on the hood of the Impala. Dean in the middle, Sam on his right and Cas on his left. Just looking up at the stars, waiting for the shooting star to go by, so they can do the last trial, the last trial to close the gates of Heaven. Already closed Hell, might as well do the same to Heaven.

The last trial was to carve the Angel Banishing Sigil into a Fallen Angel, which Cas actually had already done a couple years back but he still was an angel back then. But it had to be the same night and hour that Savannah's Comet would go by Earth, which only went by every twenty years so it was now or never.

When it finally passed, they got up and started working. Dean had offered to carve Cas but Cas insisted that he didn't need to do that. When Cas was done, he began to say the spell.

The ground shaking, wind blowing.

Castiel was almost done when he looked up from the spell, his blue eyes watering. Dean and Sam stepped a little bit closer.

"This is the end, huh." Dean says.

"Dean…" Cas says with a little sound of guilt.

"Just make sure you come visit us when we end up there. I'm gonna need a friend to side with me in an argument with Sam." He nods his head toward Sam.

"Be safe, Cas" Sam says.

Cas nods at Sam and returns to his spell. He says the final word of the spell. Then drops to the floor; Sam and Dean run up to him. They both kneel beside him. He barely has his eyes open when he reaches his hand up to the back of Dean's neck and pulls him down next to his head.

"Don't worry, Dean. Dream and I'll be with you" he says so quietly there was no way Sam heard it.

Cas let go and Dean sat back up not meeting Sam's eyes.

Then Cas told both of them to move and cover their eyes. Which they did. Cas disappeared in a ray of light right after.

"Hey! Dean to Earth? Anyone home?" Sam says which shakes Dean from his memories.

"You missed the exit." He told Dean.

"Oh…sorry." He said before turning around.

"Hey man, is this about Cas?' Cause I can tell that it is." Sam asks.

Dean doesn't say anything. "Come on man, he was my friend too. What's on your mind?" Sam says. Trying to pry Dean open.

It doesn't work.

"Dean" Sam sternly says.

"What Sam? What do want to know? What would you possibly want to know, huh? What I'm thinking about? Why, I might be out of it a little because my best friend just locked up Heaven and closed the door behind him? … Sam just drop it." Dean says.

Sam backs off and leans his head against the window to drift off, which leaves Dean alone with his thoughts. "Don't worry, Dean. Dream and I'll be with you? What was that supposed to mean?" Dean thought.

Dean felt happy and sad at the same time. They had closed the gates of Hell and Heaven. Which is all good but he locked up his best friend, the only person that he could trust besides Sam and Bobby.

He was going to miss that trench coat blue eyed winged best friend of his.

The next morning at the bunker was a little different. They were used to Cas buying the groceries

The next morning at the bunker was a little different. They were used to Cas buying the groceries, so of course Sam had to get some. And he also forgot the pie.

Dean was acting a little strange but Sam didn't push, he knew his brother needed time. And after what happened yesterday Sam didn't think Dean would spill anything today.

Sam just hoped Dean would eventually talk and move past it. But he also knew how much Cas meant to Dean. He knew that they were something more than just best friends. Even if they didn't show any of it, he knew they secretly had feelings for each other. But he bet Dean buried down those feelings so far into the ground that you couldn't pull them back up. And he knew that Cas didn't know what to do with his feelings, he never felt that way with anyone else. Maybe Meg, but she died a couple years back. Sam knew Dean didn't want Cas to leave, but it was the only thing left that they had to do before they could live regular lives. And Dean knew that's what Sammy wanted.

Dean didn't know what to do with himself. He tried to go to sleep last night, but after what happened he couldn't. He ended up, awake in bed just staring at the ceiling, not knowing what to do next. He knew Sam wanted a regular life, but he just wanted to be driving in his baby and stopping along the way to gank some monsters. But now there were no monsters, no demons, not even angels. And not even his best friend angel. It was just Dean and Sam. But Dean knew that Sam was gonna go off and do his own thing and get married and have an apple pie life. He knew he couldn't watch over Sam forever, Sam was a grown man. He could make his own decisions.

So that left Dean sitting alone in his room wandering what the hell he was going to do with his life. He had never really thought about it because he knew what he was going to be doing all his life. Hunting. It was that simple. But now, there is no evil in the world except the crazy humans, which he knew he can't stop or hunt. Dean was just at a dead end and he didn't know how to turn around.

So Dean decided to take a nap. Just a 2 hour nap. He had told Sam to wake him up at 5 o clock. He didn't want to miss dinner.

So Dean laid down on his bed, he needed a nap. He never got a good night sleep at the motels they would stay at. He just needed some beauty sleep.

"Dean" a familiar voice filled Dean's ears. He looked up to see Castiel across the table from him. Dean had been eating a double cheese burger; at a restaurant he and Sam had eaten at before during a hunt. He didn't even remember the name of the place, he just remembered the food.

"Cas?" He asked

"Hello Dean" Dean could see Cas mouth turn into a little smile.

"Huh … you're not real." Dean said and went back to his burger.

Cas tilted his head at him with the same old confused look on his face. "Dean, I came to talk to you" Cas finally says.

Dean looked up and finished chewing before he said "It doesn't matter, you're not you, well not a mind of its own you anyway." He went in for another bite.

"Dean, this is me. I can only contact you, in your dreams. Remember what I told you before I left?" Cas says

Dean stops mid chew and thinks about it. "Dream and I'll be with you. This really could be Cas, or my mind playing tricks on me."

"I'm gonna need some proof"

"Okay" Cas simply states then disappears as per usual.

Dean rolls his eyes. He knew that couldn't be Cas, he'll never see Cas again.

He then heard the sound of wings. He looked up again and saw Cas sitting there. "So where's the proof?"

"It's right next to you."

Dean looked down on his seat first on the right then on the left, and there was nothing there.

"I don't see anything. You're obviously a pigment of my imagination. This is just a dream."

Cas didn't reply, he simply starred at Dean then disappeared with a whisper of wings.

"Hey Dean, its 5. Wake up!" Sam said

"Uh?"

"Time to wake up"

"Oh, okay … I had the weirdest dream."

"Well you can tell me all about it later" he patted Dean's knee "Come on"

Sam got up and left Dean's room. Dean sat up and rubbed his eyes. He looked at the nightstand and saw the picture of his mother still there. He sighed and got up from his bed and started walking towards the door. But before he walked out, he turned around and looked at his bed one more time. He noticed something that he didn't notice before. He walked closer to his bed and saw it, barely peeking out from behind the side of his pillow.

A folded up blue tie.