There was a knock on the door. Once the door was open a young man no older than 22 or 23 stood on the porch.

"Yes?"

"Hello there, sir. Um, I was wondering if this was the residents of Castiel Novak?"

"Who's asking?"

"My name is Kyle…Kyle Robinson."

"Why are you here, Kyle?"

"Are you Castiel?"

"Yes, now answer the question."

The boy sighed and let out a large breath of air. "Honestly, sir, I have no idea. A couple weeks ago I was doing homework when this voice started talking to me in my head. Just two days ago the voice started yelled at me to go to Singer Salvage Yard in Sioux Falls, South Dakota. I'm kind of freaking out. First I learned a few weeks ago that the douchebag of a father that left my mom after having a one night stand with her then go on a road trip with his brother and never contacted her again, gratefully died 4 or 5 years ago. Then the voice came, and now I'm sitting in the living room of a house with a man I have never met before in my life and I'm spilling my guts all over the floor."

"Just breathe, Kyle." Cas said.

Kyle cringed in pain. He grabbed his head and leaned forward until his forehead touched his knees. Kyle went into his own world of pain. Cas could only imagine he was talking with the voice.

"Yes, anything to stop your yelling and the headaches." Kyle raised his voice as a white light shine bright through his body.

Cas watched as an angel took over that young mans body. Cas drew his angel sword just in case. The angel took over the control and look at Cas. "Who are you?" Cas asked.

"Hello, Castiel. I'm only going to be a minute in this…vessel. Don't worry I will take him back to his mother in a few minutes I just need to grab a few important things."

"Like what?"

The angel grinned and flew off. Cas found him in the backyard over where CAs hadn't ventured in over four years. The corner of Bobby's house beside The Impala was where Dean's ashes were shattered. She hadn't been driven since Dean's passed. Only because Cas's couldn't bare walking over his deceased boyfriend. The angels touched ground and Cas started to run.

"HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING? STOP!" Cas yelled.

The angel smiled and his eyes started to glow again.

"STOP! I put a spell on the ashes so that the only person that could remake, remodel, and enter that body was the owner…my boyfriend."

As Cas finished that sentence Dean's ashes morphed into his body again, lifeless yet there. The angel went inside Dean's lifeless corpse, stood up, pressed two fingers to the young man and he vanished. He angel stood up and looked over to Cas who was standing frozen in place in terror.

"Hey, Cas, it's me, Dean."

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5 Years earlier…

Cas kept trucking through the day to keep the kids calm. It was at night when Cas lost it. He would lay down on his side of the bed and cry as he stared into Dean's pillow. For three weeks Cas did that. Cas needed to get out of that room one night.

He walked into the kitchen and sat at the table and rested his head down on his forearm and cried some more. He cried himself to sleep at the table.

Sam was going through a very hard time. He didn't get out of bed except to go to the bathroom. He stopped eating. Madison tried and tried to comfort him but Sam already dead on the inside. He cried every night and sometimes during the day.

"Sammy, eat something, baby." Madison begged.

"Not hungry." Sam whimpered.

"Sam, it's been weeks and you have barely ate in days."

"I said I'm not hungry."

"It's not your fault, Sammy. It was that wiccan's fault."

"No, it was my fault. If I hadn't ditched Dean and Cas and my nieces and nephews, Dean and Bobby would still be alive and their kids wouldn't had had to see their father lying lifeless on the ground or witness a hunter's funeral."

"Sammy—"

"STOP CALLING ME SAMMY! ONLY DEAN CAN CALL ME THAT! IT'S SAM!" Sam sat up.

He was a shell of a man. Sam had lost a lot of weight and barely slept, even though he laid in bed all day and night. Madison would have thought Sam would have run out of tears by now, but she was wrong. He had basically permanent tear stains on his face.

IT was the middle of the night when Sam just got fed up with his bed. Madison was fast asleep. He oh so carefully got out of bed and walked up the stairs to t ground level and walked into the kitchen. That's where he saw a sleeping Cas sitting at the kitchen table.

"Cas?" Sam rasped. Castiel flinched awake and stared at Sam. "What are you doing in here?"

"I could ask you the same thing. You have been downstairs for a month."

Sam didn't reply. He just walked over to the fridge and grabbed whatever drink that was in there because Dean and Cas took out all the alcohol years ago so the kids wouldn't find it. Damn, he really wanted whisky, scotch, or even beer. He needed something stronger than a pouch of Caprisun.

"How are you holding up?" Cas asked.

Sam opened his mouth to reply but closed it again and took a deep breath. "I really miss him, man." Sam's voice was shaky. "We were just starting to becoming brothers again."

"I know, I miss him, too." Cas said standing up.

"I'm sorry I caused all of this."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, for starters if it wasn't my bright idea to go to South Carolina for that stupid wiccan, Dean wouldn't have gotten pregnant and we wouldn't have stopped hunting. Then there's the whole me ditch you guys and not coming back for 10 years. If I didn't leave Bobby would still be alive. Dean would be alive and would be hearing."

That's when Sam receive a slap to the face. Cas had a serious look in his eyes. He clenched his jaw. Sam rubbed the side of his cheek. "Don't blame yourself. Dean chose to do that to himself. I can only imagine the things he thought about when all he could he was his thoughts. That will make you go insane. Stop blaming yourself for what Dean did to himself. He wouldn't want you to do that. He would want you to keep living your life. Marry Madison, have a family for yourself. So stow your crap and man up."

Sam was taken back to what Cas was saying. It sounded a whole lot like what Dean would say. Sam nodded and wiped his face with his hand. Sam was going to straight up and get out of this state he was in. Dean would have wanted that. Sam thought that's what Dean legacy would be. Be there for the one he loves.

Cas hadn't thought about that yet.