Chapter 2
Dean lay awake in his bed in the bunker. Dried layers of tears covered his cheeks. Although Dean's eyes were swollen from crying, he feared closing them and facing the nightmares that were sure to come. He clutched Castiel's trenchcoat in his fist so tightly his knuckles turned white. His teeth pierced his quivering lips, and he realized what he needed to do. He needed to bring Castiel back.
He knew it would be no easy task, for they had just burned his body only hours before, but Dean saw red. He could not imagine another moment of Cas not knowing how he felt, Cas not in his life, Cas, not in his arms. Dean, who had killed every creature he could get his hands on, was truly terrified for the first time in his life. So he prayed.