"Cas, you son of a bitch, if you can still hear me, the angels have fallen. We need some answers, man. Did Metatron do this? Look, Cas, Sam is passed out and he looks like death. You're all I got left. So if you're out there, if you can hear me, I need your help bad. I need you, Cas. I need to know it's going to be okay." Dean collapsed against the sixty-seven Chevrolet Impala next to his brother. His brother, who looked so fragile, felt just as frail in his arms. How could he ever think I was disappointed in him? "Don't die on me now, Sammy. I need you. I need you and Cas to be ok. I need everything to be just fine." As tears rolled down his cheeks, Dean sang "Hey Jude" to his younger brother, like their mother did when they were younger. Hope slowly collapsed in Dean's heart when, as minute after minute passed, his angel never showed.
Somewhere in a field a few miles away from the Winchester boys, an angel stood after a long fall from Heaven. As he rose to his feet, he stared at the sky in confusion. What looked like shooting stars falling to Earth he somehow knew were his brothers and sisters. But who was he? A faint voice in his head whispered a name, answering only part of his question. Cas. His name was Cas and he stood alone in a field with no recollection of his past except for a man –who for some reason made his heart flutter— named Dean.
Cas stumbled through the field, looking for this Dean, hoping he could find some answers.