He found the brothers in the same secluded corner of Heaven where he'd left them. Tucked safely away from all that transpired while they spent their eternity together.
It turns out things were as Ross had said. The situation wasn't just bad but desperate. Heaven had been untouched, but it's army of angels gone, with no trace, no clue as to what had happened to them.
The brothers weren't going to be easy to convince, but with no one else to turn to Castiel needed their help.
Castiel watched Dean roll his shoulders, trying to adjust to the new body. It wasn't his own, but it had been the best Castiel could come up with.
Steel gray eyes, instead of green meet Castiel's. "I can feel this guy still in here." Dean complained. "It's giving me the creeps."
"Yeah, Cas, isn't there another way?" Sam brushes blonde hair out of his eyes.
"No. Your bodies have long ago turned to dust. You must make due for now."
"You're sure they were willing?" Sam asks for the third time.
"Yes." Castiel responds was short.
"We're freaking possessing people." Dean mutters grumpily, then pauses as he notices something, before a grin erupts on his borrowed face.
"What?" Sam looks down checking to make sure everything about the body he's in is in order.
"I'm taller than you."