Castiel watched the sky as he saw his brothers and sisters fall. He felt something hot slide down his cheek. He brought a hand up to and felt something wet. He looked down at it, a tear. He thought, I'm human. His last thought before the cold forest floor sped up to meet him was of Dean.

Meanwhile Sam was leaning against the Impala the last trial leaving him nearly dead. Dean walked inside the church and eyed Crowley. On sight, Crowley's eyes watered. "Dean, I am so sorry, all the things I did to you." He said, a small sob escaping.

Dean walked over and raised an eyebrow at Crowley. "Why are you crying?" He asked, wondering if it's a trick.

Crowley looked up at him with tears running down his face. "All the stuff I did, those poor people." He said, sobbing.

"Ya, it's horrible isn't it?" Dean turned towards the unidentified voice and saw a silhouette of a girl. She stepped into the light with a scowl. She was small and pale. She had brown hair tied up in a ponytail and bright green eyes. She was wearing black pants, a black leather jacket, a black tank-top, and black converse. "All the things you did to people, the lives you ruined." She said, walking into Crowley's view. Crowley gasped and more tears ran down his face. "The people you killed." She added, harshly.

"Emma," Crowley whispered.

The girl named Emma sneered at the recognition, "Hello, Crowley." She snarled. She grabbed his neck and Dean ran forward to stop her. She raised her hand, stopping him, "It's ok I'm not going to hurt your precious half-demon."

She turned back to Crowley but before she could hurt him, another voice floated through the church, "Em, stop it. You know you can see it," A guy came walking into the room. He had shaggy brown hair, green eyes and he was wearing the same thing as Emma, but instead of a tank-top, he was wearing a long-sleeved black shirt. Emma didn't move, she just narrowed her eyes, "Em, stop. You can see the regret in his eyes."

She straightened out and crossed her arms. "You're a jerk, James." She stated, a small smile on her face.

James smiled back, "Well, that's my job, sis." He said, back

Dean got out the demon knife expecting a fight. Emma looked at him, scoffing at the knife in his hands she turned and said holding her hands up in surrender, "I'm not a demon, splash holy water on me for all I care. We just came to tell Crowley something." She said, turning back to him.

James looked at Crowley and said, very sincerely, "You are forgiven."

Emma pouted slightly, "You are forgiven." She finally said.

"But… but, how… how can you just forgive me?" He looked at the both of them.

"We got over it." Emma simply said, shrugging.

James rolled his eyes and gave another answer, "We figured if you were going to be human no one should suffer that much, considering all the stuff you did." He said, a sincere expression on his face.

"Thank you, thank you so much. I don't deserve it." He said, tears still streaming.

"Wait, how did you know he was human." Dean asked.

Emma turned around and scoffed, "Seriously, you're the Winchesters. Word travels really fast with you two." She turned and walked outside with James following, and looked at the sky. Her heart sunk at the sight before her, "The angels."

"Their falling." James finished.

"Who could have done this? I mean what sick mind would want this?" She whispered to herself. At that moment Sam collapsed on the ground, Emma cursed and ran over. "Hey someone's unconscious out here!" She screamed into the church.

Dean came running out of the church and cursed loudly. He ran over to Sam and said, "What happened? What did you do to him?" He screamed.

"I didn't do anything, he just collapsed. She checked for his pulse, "He's alive, barely. We need to get him to a hospital." She saw Dean's disapproving look and she rolled her eyes, "I could help him but not here." She said. "Help me get him in the car." Dean lifted his head and Emma got his feet. They put him in the back seat and Emma sat his head on her lap. They were squished as it is so James sat in the front, Dean was about to drive off when Emma stopped him. "Go get Crowley." She demanded.

"Why?" He said, almost screaming.

"Just go get him!" She screamed at him.

"Alright." He said, his hands up in surrender. He ran back in the church and broke the Devils Trap but didn't release Crowley's shackles. Crowley looked at him in confusion when he picked him up over his shoulder, "Wha-what are you doing?" Dean didn't respond, instead he carried him out to the Impala and opened the trunk. "Oh, come on. What? No, Dean don't do this." Crowley said as he was lifted into the trunk. Dean rolled his eyes and tied a piece of cloth over his mouth. Crowley sent one more pleading look before Dean slammed the hood down.

They made it to the bunker in under an hour with Dean's crazy driving. Dean and James brought Sam into the bunker, and a frantic Kevin came down the steps.

"Dean the buttons were lighting up and… Emma?" Kevin said, looking at Emma.

"Kevin?" She said, confused. "What are you doing here? You're not a hunter, are you?" She asked.

"No, I'm a prophet." He said, shrugging. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to help Sam, I have some medical experience." Eve said.

"Hey, come help him!" Dean screamed from the other room. Eve rolled her eyes and ran into the room. Sam was pale and sweating lying on the couch. She checked his pulse again, "He's still alive, now I need a bucket of cold water and a towel." It took half a minute for them to get what she needed. She used the towel to clean his face. His face looked sunken and if it wasn't for the shallow breathing he would look dead. "He should be fine, his body has just exhausted itself. The best medicine for him is to rest." She explained. "Right now, he's comatose." She said simply and shrugged.

"For how long?" Dean asked, frantically.

"It matters, he could be asleep for a few hours or a few weeks, it all matters on how long it takes his body to heal." She said, turning to look at Dean. She noticed the bags under his eyes, "You need to rest, too. You look terrible."

"I can't rest!" He snapped at her. "Castiel is still out there, scared and confused and probably hurt." He said, pacing with a look of pure concern and worry.

Emma sighed, "Does your boyfriend or whatever have a cell phone?" She asked pulling hers out.

"Yah, I gave him- Hey wait, he's not my boyfriend." Dean said, blushing lightly.

"Whatever just call him." She said, handing him her phone, he snatched it and pushed in the buttons, silently hoping Cas was able to answer the phone.

"Hello," Cas answered, sounding exhausted.

"Cas! Where are you? Are you ok? How do you feel? What did Metatron do? The angels, Cas! Their falling!" Dean said rapidly.

"Dean, please stop talking so fast, you're giving me a headache." Cas said, in his usual emotionless voice.

Dean took a deep breath, "Ok, Cas are you alright?"

"I seem fine, but I am tired and cold." He said, his voice cracking.

"Where are you?" Dean asked urgently.

"I am by a sign that reads, Lawrence, Kansas next exit. Is that helpful?" He asked. I can already see Castiel's stupidly cute head tilt. Wait cute? No I didn't think that. He thought to himself