Chapter 25


Sam, Dean and Bobby walked back into the motel room slowly, all three of them looking dumbfounded, with their eyebrows knit together in confusion as if they couldn't believe what had just happened.

Dean closed and locked the door behind him, and then sat down on the side of his bed next to Bobby, and face to face with Sam.

Sam took in a deep breath, and held his mouth open for a moment as if he were about to say something, but then quickly closed it, finding that the words had escaped him.

They were never really wanted by the angels, they were just manipulated into killing the Son of a Bitch, which angered Dean to no end, but also greatly confused him.

To both Sam's and Dean's surprise, Bobby was the one who broke the silence.

"I think you boys been had." Bobby said in a near whisper.

Both Sam and Dean looked at him wide-eyed.

"Thank you!" Dean said sarcastically.

"So…everything…from Cas telling us there was no exorcism strong enough to get rid of Lucifer, to me getting stabbed was all part of the plan?" Sam questioned with a cocked eyebrow.

"Yes." Castiel's voice replied sadly from the door, making everybody look up to see the saddened angel.

"What do you want?" Dean spat as he made his way to his feet to stand in front of the angel, "You got what you want. Lucifer's dead, so now what?"

Castiel took in a deep breath, "I've come to apologize. I was only following orders. That does not mean that I liked it."

"You could have given us a heads up!" Dean snapped.

"No I couldn't have. As Zachariah said, I was sworn to secrecy. If I so much as even hinted what was going on…I would be killed on sight."

"You're a selfish bastard, you know that?" Dean accused.

"So I've been told." Castiel replied sadly.

"These are peoples' lives you were toying with!" Dean yelled, "While we were running around trying to find out what was going on with Sam, people have been getting killed by the demons every single day! And here you are, with all the information in your hands, just sitting on it!"

"I know, and it is a regrettable loss." Castiel said sympathetically.

Dean wanted so badly to just punch the angel in the face, but remembering the pain it had inflicted on him, he decided against it. So he grabbed the collar of Castiel's shirt and shoved him against the wall with a loud 'thud'.

"That blood is on your hands." Dean spat, "All those people that were killed for nothing, is because YOU were afraid of getting killed."

"I understand that you are angry, but I am hoping that you will accept my apology." Castiel said in a tone just above a whisper.

"Why don't you apologize to all those people?" Dean whispered as he cocked his head.

Castiel then shoved Dean off him lightly, and his face hardened into an unreadable expression.

"I have also come to give you the same offer Zachariah gave you. If you allow yourselves to rest, the Winchester Gospel will see its last chapter and the world will know of your greatness."

Dean scoffed, and then looked back at Sam who had also made his way to his feet and was now standing behind Dean.

"Or you can continue on here, continue to fight for humanity and continue saving people. The Winchester Gospel will be put on hold until your passing."

Dean didn't even think about it this time.

"No, we're gonna stay here. Because unlike you we're actually gonna try to save some people…looks like The Winchester Gospel will have to wait for a while." Dean said angrily.

Sam nodded in agreement, his eyes trained on Castiel's face.

Castiel nodded simply, "Fair enough."

The angel then turned to look at Sam, and placed a hand on his shoulder. The sudden contact made Sam flinch.

"I saw how you resisted that demons blood before, Sam." Castiel said in a whisper, "Maybe there is hope for you after all."

Sam cocked his head in confusion, not sure whether to take that as a compliment or an insult.

"Good-bye, Sam and Dean Winchester," Castiel said as he bowed his head respectfully, "it has been an honor and a privilege to know you."

"Where are you going now?" Dean asked as he crossed his arms over his chest, all anger seemed to have vanished from his voice.

"Where I've been for the last two thousand years." Castiel answered, "Here, watching, waiting, silent, and invisible."

"You gonna give Jimmy back to his family?" Sam asked with concern.

Castiel nodded curtly.

"If either of you ever need me, just call out." Castiel said as emotion came back to his face.

But just like that, he was gone.

Sam then took in a deep breath and turned around to face Bobby, who was watching the scene before him with little interest. He knew Sam and Dean would stay behind and clean the mess that the apocalypse brought down on them.

Dean then looked over at Sam, who turned to look back at him.

"Now what?" Sam asked in a tone that was just above a whisper.

Dean took a deep breath, and then flashed his brother a smirk.

"We still got some demons to kill." Dean answered.

Sam nodded in agreement, but didn't reply. He looked back at Bobby and gave a small half smile.

"You up for it?" Sam teased, knowing Bobby's answer.

Bobby rolled his eyes, "Not tonight, ya idjits, in the morning!"

And that was good enough for them.

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