Sam and Dean were awkward, watching the silent ceremony from a few feet back. All they seemed to be able to think were all the seething hatred filled memories they both were holding back.

"Why do we have to be here?" Dean muttered. "Crowley and Rowena aren't here."

"Yeah, this feels kind of private." Sam said. "We should leave."

They both turned around.

"Where are you guys going?" Someone asked. Sam and Dean turned around, looking at the two men standing there. A single candle was lit on a little table, covered in black fabric. Behind them was a small lake, surrounded by summer colored trees.

"I thought you wanted some time alone." Sam said. Castiel tilted his head sadly.

"Yeah. Sure. Uh, C… son, uh, you can go with th-them."

"I will, father." Castiel walked toward Sam and Dean, his face sad. When they got out of earshot, Dean turned to Cas.

"Why do you care?"

"I don't understand."

"Why do you care about a murderer, Cas?"

"Dean- he was my brother."

"Your- ah- your brother? Do I have to remind you of all the things he did to you and Sam? Just calling him a brother is wrong. You know what I told Crowley?"

"Dean, you aren't in my shoes. You don't understand what I'm going through."

"A mass murderer!"

"He was influenced by the Mark of Cain, just like you. And Sam would still cry if you died. He'd do anything to save you, even after you killed the Stynes. Even after you beat me up."

"This isn't about me, Cas! I never hurt innocents! Help me, Sam!" Dean turned to Sam, who had been silent until then. Sam sighed.

"Cas is right about the mark, and his brother is his blood, no matter what anyone says. They'll always be brothers. You said Dean that you don't choose your family. Hey! But Dean is right too. He hurt us. He ruined our lives. If he hadn't done what he did, none of us would be here, dad and mom would be alive, and-"

"You wouldn't have met me." Castiel said coldly. "I would be a drone in Heaven, God never would've come. You can't change the past."

"Why did you trust him so much, Cas?! Don't you know that we're your family?"

"I trusted him because I thought he could change. He did, Dean. I tried to help him. He died for you. He died for all of us!"

"How do you even know he's dead, huh? He murdered Gabriel. He tortured Sam for nearly a hundred years and put him in a mental asylum, and broke Sam's soul. I don't even know what he did to you." Dean's voice was filled with hate, Cas could tell.

"No one wins." Sam said quietly.

"What?"

"No one wins. He's gone. We never have to see him again and I'm glad. Did neither of you think about what I was going through? I had to live with the reason why I couldn't sleep at night. I had to share a home with him. But none of that matters because he's gone and he's not coming back and I am choosing to be happy. I'm choosing to move on."

"Sam- he hurt you- tortured you- and you think it's alright that people are upset? We should be having fireworks!"

"Dean- that didn't sound like you just there. It sounded like the mark. Chuck needs to let go. If he didn't, he would die thinking he had never saved his son. He did, Dean. I will never forgive Lucifer for anything he has done. He tore our family apart, and still is doing that. But we can't ignore the fact that he died trying to save the universe. And more importantly, the fact that he died alongside us, and he and his father finally got their resolution."

Everyone was silent, walking back home.

"We're going to get this show on the road." Dean said. "Let's make a bomb."