He didn't see Sam going in the house. He felt numb. He fell to his knees next to his... friend's body. He was in shock. I can't believe it. It can't be real. Please, wake up. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please.

It wasn't the first time he had lost him, it must have been at least the fifth. Hell, it was even the second time Lucifer killed him. But, somehow, this time it was different. It seemed more final. It was the first time he saw the wings burnt on the ground.

- Cas, please, wake up! –said Dean, tears running down his face.

Dean still couldn't believe he was gone. He couldn't be. He always came back. He had just got him back and he had already lost him. It was like a sick joke. Every time he got him back and thought that everything was going to be okay, he was taken away from him.

He reached a hand and placed it on his cheek. It was still warm. You could think he was asleep. He looked so peaceful. Dean could still see the expression of relief he wore when he got out of that dimension. For the few seconds their eyes met, they thought it was over. They had won and they were all okay.

How foolish of them to think that.

Sam went inside, looking for the Nephilim. He was trying not to think about what just has happened. He knew he should stay with Dean and comfort him, but he didn't have the strength at the moment. He went into the master room and saw Kelly's body on the bed; she looked so peaceful. He heard a noise coming from the corner of the room. He approached said corner and saw a young boy –he must be 20– sitting on the floor with his knees to his chest and his head on his knees. The boy sensed him and looked up, his golden eyes staring with curiosity into Sam.

* Jack?

A frown appeared on the boy's face when he heard his name.

# Who are you? How do you know my name?

* Uh... Well... The thing is-

# Where's my mother? –He asked as he started to get nervous.

* Relax. I'll tell you anything you want. Just, try to relax.

# Tell me right now what do you know.

Sam tried to think how he could tell him what happened and avoid him getting pissed and doing something dangerous.

* Okay, I'll tell you. But try to keep your emotions in control. Your mother... Kelly, she... She died giving birth. I'm sorry.

# I killed her? Where is she?

Sam pointed to the bed, where Kelly laid peacefully dressed in a white dress. Jack got over to the bed and reached his hand to hold hers.

# I can feel her soul. It's leaving. Where is she going?

* I guess she is going to Heaven. She will be alright there. She'll be at peace.

# She's going to Heaven? How's that poss-

Suddenly he saw a vision of a motel room, his mother and a man sitting on the beds. The man has a hand on her belly and is feeling the baby. Who's this man? Another vision, they are in a playground, his mother is holding the man's hand and he saves her from a woman. What does these images mean? I need to know. Just as he was about to ask Sam about the visions he sees a house, the man and his mother are in the same room his in now. His mother is trying to build some furniture and is getting frustrated but then the man enters the room and she relaxes. She trusted the man. Who is- She just called him Cas. Cas? What a strange name.

# Who's Cas?

* Cas? You know Cas? How?

# I saw a vision. My mother and him... She trusted him. I need to find him. Tell me where he is.

Sam started to feel the reality of Cas' death. No, no, no, no, no. I can't deal with this right now. He tried to push those feelings away.

* Cas... He is... He... He's dead.

# Dead? No, that can't be. I saw the future. I showed him the future.

* You saw the future? How- Never mind that. Lucifer, your dad, he killed him. Just outside the house.

# Lucifer's my dad?! What? That can't be possible.

* I'm sorry, but it's true. He wanted to have a child so he could have more power. But we- we locked him away in an alternative universe you opened.

# I opened an alternative reality?

Now that he thought about it, he could feel like some kind of electricity inside his body. Are those my powers?

# So I have powers?

* Yes, you do.

# I can feel them. I can feel my power running through my veins. I feel almost invincible. I feel like I could do anything. –He said with a smile on his face.

Dean was still on the floor next to Cas, but now he was sitting with Cas' head on his lap. He was running his fingers through his hair and over his face, and both of their faces were wet, Cas' from Dean's tears.

- I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Cas. I know lately I've been harsh on you but I hope you know- you knew that I cared for you. You had to know how important you were to me. I can't bear to think that you thought I didn't care for you.

He didn't notice two figures coming out of the house and standing a few foots away from Cas' body. He didn't see his little brother's pained expression as he saw what the angel's dead was doing to his brother. And he didn't see Jack with a frown on his face, seeming to be thinking hard about something.

- Cas, please, come back. I need you. You know that. I told you once before and I meant it. I also told you that you are family. Please, don't leave me. –He knew he was rambling now. Probably not making sense, but he couldn't care less– You know, I never apologized for beating you up when I had the mark. I almost killed you and I couldn't be brave enough to tell you how awful I felt. I- I'm so sorry, Cas!

He was sobbing hard now. He didn't think he could feel more pain but now that's all he felt. His mind had decided to remember every single moment he had disappointed his angel, every time he had hurt him.

- CAS! –He sobbed– Why did you have to go against Lucifer? I know you just wanted to do the right thing but... You always tried to do the right thing and it always ended up with you dead, hurt or... I don't know. I just... I- I need you to come back. Come back to me. Cas... Cas... Please, please, please...

Sam watched as his brother broke down over his angel's body. He didn't realize tears were running down his face. He didn't think he could come back from this. This time he was truly broken. He needed to do something. Suddenly, he got an idea.

* Jack! You said you could do anything, right?

# Yeah, why d-

* Do you think you could bring Cas back? –He asked, finally feeling some kind of hope.

# I don't-

* Please, please, please. Tell me you can do something.

# I could try, but it will take time. We can't do it here.

* That's alright. We have a bunker. We can go there.

He was feeling excited now. He needed to tell Dean. He approached him and placed a hand on his shoulder.

* Dean. Dean, look at me.

Dean didn't listen, or didn't care. He didn't turn to look at his brother.

* Dean. Please, look at me. I need you to look at me. I- Please, I need to tell you something. It's important. Don't shut me down. I know you are feeling broken and you are hurting, but don't shut me down. I need you.

Dean heard his brother and, even though he didn't want to talk to anybody –unless it was Cas, somehow– but it was his little brother here. He needed him. He needed to be there for him. Slowly, he turned his head, his hands never leaving Cas' face.

Sam flinched when he saw how broken his brother was. His face was covered in tears and snot. His eyes read and full of tears. He was as pale as ghost. His expression one of heartbreak and pain.

* Dean...

- He's gone, Sammy. He's gone. He's gone. I can't... He... I...

He sobbed and tried to turn his head again to look at Cas, but Sam forced his faced so he was looking at him again.

* Dean. Dean, this is Jack. He's Kelly's kid. He... He thinks he may be able to... He may be able to bring Cas back.

Dean eyes opened wide in shock.

* But we have to go to the bunker. So come on. Let's go! I can help you carry the body-

- No! Don't touch him!

He placed one arm behind his knees and the other one behind his neck, and stood up. He started walking to the car. Sam opened the backseat door so he could place Cas' body there. To his surprise he got in the back with him, placing his head on his lap.

The ride to the bunker was silent and when they got there, Dean took Cas on his arms and went to his room, where he placed him on his bed and covered him with the duvet. He sat on a chair next to his bed and took his hand on his own.

After a little while, Sam came into his room and started to explain what Jack was going to do and what he needed to do it. Dean only half-listened to what Sam was saying, his mind unable to focus on anything other than Cas laying on his bed. Sam noticed this and decided to leave him be and help Jack by himself./p