"All right, here's how it's gonna work. Always open the door for her okay?" Cas nodded distractedly staring out the window at the bowling alley. "Cas, buddy, you listening to me?" Cas turned back to Dean with horror in his eyes. "Ask a lot of questions. They like that. And, uh... Oh, if she says she's happy to go Dutch … she's lying. All right?" Cas nodded again. "Relax and have fun," Dean encouraged slapping his friend on the chest. Cas nodded again and got out of the car. "Go get 'em tiger!" Dean yelled as Cas marched into the bowling alley, dressed in a button down shirt and nice jeans and carrying a red rose. Dean smiled and was about to pull out when somebody backed into the spot in front of him. The huge Ford kept coming back and Dean was sure the driver was gonna hit his baby but the truck finally stopped.

"Jackass," Dean muttered as he backed out of his parking spot. He drove back to the bunker and wandered into Sam's room, beer in hand. He'd just turned on the TV when the lights began to flicker. He sat up.

"Sammy?" he called warily.

"Dean." Sam flickered into view.

"Come to nag me for not incinerating you yet."

"No, I came to hear about Cas' date." Dean smiled and shut the TV off.

"Well, it's seem to be going pretty well. They're going bowling and he brought roses."

"You're idea?"

"Nope, he came up with that on his own."

"Way to go, Cas," Sam said, "And I heard you're on a hunt."

"You know being a ghost must be super useful for spying on people. What else have you been watching?"

"Just answer the question."

"It's the weirdest thing I've ever seen. Healer angel gone mass murderer kind of weird."

"What?"

"Well when I went to check out the first place it was covered in blood. And not just blood, guts and hair and teeth everywhere."

"Gross."

"You're tellin' me. Anyway, turns out this dude was suicidal and not just that the other victims were having problems of their own as well."

"I see? What did Cas think?"

"Well, at first he refused to go with me but when a high school girl exploded I dragged him along."

"And?"

"And he said it's some sort of angel class that went by some weird ass holy name. Anyway, they were like the war nurses of heaven."

"So why kill anybody?"

"Well, supposedly if anyone was wounded beyond repair."

"They killed them," Sam nodded, "But what's with killing humans?"

"Angels man. They just don't understand humans I guess. They 'heard our suffering' and decided to put us out of our misery."

"So anyone's fair game?"

"I guess so."

"Man," Sam shook his head, "That sucks."

"Yeah, I guess it pays to be a ghost sometimes," Dean's voice was harsh as he tried not to look at his brother.

"Dean," Sam said gently, "I'm sorry."

"For what Sam?"

"For…dying. I thought I was doing the world a favor…doing you a favor but I forgot what it's like to be on the other side. To be the one living when your brother is dead." Dean shook his head.

"That's stupid."

"No, it's not Dean. I remember those four months when you were in hell. They were the worst four months of my life. I just…I'm sorry."

"Shut up!"

"Dean."

"No, Sam I said shut up! You see I keep hearing you apologize and telling me how sorry you are but all I see is a past full of dead bodies and all because of us. And we tell ourselves we're saving the world but at what cost? I'm just…I'm tired of saving people only to watch others die. And no apology is gonna fix that."

"Dean, I heard what you said to Charlie. But we saved the world and isn't that reward enough."

"Not if it keeps breaking itself. It's like nothing we fix ever stays fixed. Maybe Charlie's right. Maybe death is the only way out."

"Dean, don't say that."

"It's easy for you. You're already dead."

"And look what good it's done me. I'm stuck in this weird in between place, waiting for my ticket into heaven. Or hell."

"Not funny."

"Dean, all I'm saying is you have to let go of the past, of…of everything. And don't kill yourself." Dean shook his head.

"Dean," Sam's voice grew harsher, "Promise me."

"What do you want me to say?"

"Promise me you'll be okay. You won't kill yourself."

"Fine."

"Say it."

"I promise." Sam nodded.

"I just…I wanted you to know how sorry I am."

"Why is this so important to you? I heard you the first time, okay?"

"I just… hoped you knew." Sam disappeared and Dean fell into his chair. He was just about to switch on the TV when his phone rang.