I finished casting the spell on Dean with ease, placing the bomb inside of his chest. Once I was done, he doubled over, as if he was in excruciating pain.

The guy had thousands upon thousands of souls in a rock in his chest.

Quite frankly, I was impressed he didn't let out some sort of scream.

"Dean, are you okay?" Castiel asked, hurrying towards him. "How do you feel?"

"Like my insides just got flame-broiled." He answered. "Is that normal?"

"Sweetie, we're so far past normal." Rowena told him, shaking her head.

"You've got about an hour, maybe a little longer, before that thing blows on its own." I told him. "I'll get you to Amara." I held out a hand to touch his shoulder, but he moved away quickly.

"Wait, wait, wait." He said, holding up his hands. "Can I…" He thought about his request. "Can I do something first?"

"What is it?"

"I want to go by my mom's grave, one last time." He answered. I looked over at Chuck.

"Your sister. Your call." I said. He thought for a moment, then nodded.

We drove to the grave. It wasn't far away, not far at all. Rowena, Crowley, and I kept our distance, leaving the others to talk and reminisce one last time.

"I hate to say I told you so," Rowena said. "But I told you so."

"What do you mean?"

"Men always let you down in the end." She reminded me, motioning to Castiel.

I shook my head. "We let each other down." I corrected her, thinking for a while.

After a few beats, Crowley spoke up. "You know he's not going to just leave this be, right?" He asked. "The angel is besotted with you. If you leave, he won't stop looking. If you stay, he won't stop asking. He still believes that you two can still have a happy future together."

"What makes you say that?"

"He keeps glancing over here at you, first off." Crowley stated. Once he said that, I could see it, see Castiel casting a sideways glance over at me. "Secondly, the ring you gave back to him, it's in his left jacket pocket. He's been fiddling with it intermittently ever since it returned to his possession." Sure enough, Cas reached a hand in to his left pocket, and I could faintly see the outline of his hand twirling something around. "Thirdly, whenever you would speak, or work, or in general weren't paying attention to you, he would watch and smile for a moment, like he was looking at something nice."

I didn't respond, just letting that all sink in for a moment. Truth be told, I hadn't even expected to live past today. I wasn't 100% certain yet that Dean would succeed.

"So, what do you plan to do?" He asked.

"He needs to move on." I said. "There will be other important things coming. Lucifer, for example, we don't know what happened to him. Other stuff will come up, and he'll have to focus on that. Plus…" I shook my head. "I can't keep hurting him like this."

"So what are you going to do?"

Chuck waved me over before I could answer. It was time to beam Dean off to confront Amara. I saw Sam's eyes shining with tears as he watched me.

I took a glance at Dean, a plan forming. He wasn't wearing the necklace.

Good.

I placed my hand on his forehead, thinking about when I first met them, about every day I'd spent with them.

"Oblitus et suppono." I whispered. His eyes blanked for just a moment, and then he was gone.

Forgotten and forgone.

With the skin-to-skin contact in place of blood, and the angelic grace within me, I didn't need any herbs or other things to do as Rowena had taught me.

Dean wouldn't remember me existing past my "death," not that it mattered anyways. His brain would fill it in with other memories, whatever was needed to supplement the questions he may have.

It would be as if I was never here for any of this, to him.

I just had to do that to two or three more people.

"What did you say?" Sam asked, sniffling slightly. "I heard you say something, before Dean left." I hardened my emotions, turning to him with my best poker face.

"I had to transport him without me being there to protect him from molecular destruction." I answered. "Loosely, what I said translates in to 'safe passage.'"

"You killed him." Was all that Sam said in response. "You just sent him on a suicide run, and all you could do was offer him safe passage there? Not a way for him to survive this?!"

"What else do you want from me, Sam?"

"I want my brother to live!"

"I can't do that, Sam." I reminded him. "The bomb has to go off."

He didn't answer, just stalked past me towards the Impala. Castiel followed only after the briefest hesitation.

"You lied." Chuck stated. I shrugged, not looking over at him.

"If they remember, they'll hate me." I said. "And if Castiel…" I shook my head. "I can't do that to them, to any of them."

"Why not just make them forget you permanently?" Chuck posed.

"I can't."

"Why?"

"Because they were the only family I had. They felt guilty for my death, and that guilt is a part of the reason that they hate me now." I answered. "But if I'm still dead, then they can move on from it, and keep fighting the good fight."

"Alright." Chuck said. No judgement as to whether my actions were right or wrong, just an acceptance of them happening.

I helped him walk back to the car, and loaded him in to the shotgun seat. We pulled up to a closed bar, easily gaining access as we drank away the end of the world.

I need a favor. I thought towards Crowley as I poured us drinks. His eyes flicked towards me for maybe a moment before he gazed in to his drink.

What?

They're going to forget I was ever involved. I explained. They won't remember me past me dying.

Am I to forget as well?

No.

I feel so special.

Don't give me away. I requested. Don't tell them I'm still alive.

Is this your answer to the question I posed earlier?

Yes.

Fine.

I reached for two beers, popping them open before I poured them in to tall glasses. "Oblitus et suppono." I whispered, spitting in to both drinks.

When Sam and Cas drank their glasses, they wouldn't remember my involvement either. I'd just be dead.

I brought them over to the boys without difficulty, handing one to each. Sam just stared at it for a while, not drinking yet.

"Kylie," Castiel said, catching my hand. "Wait, just… Wait."

"What's up?" I asked.

"I can't keep this." He pulled the ring back out of his pocket. When I shook my head, he pushed it towards me. "I love you, and I'm not going to stop." He said. "I don't care that you're a witch, I don't care what you chose, and I understand why you said what you did. But I can't just give up. I thought I'd lost you, Kylie." He took my hand and placed the ring in it. "I'm not asking for you to agree to marry me again. All I'm asking is that you… Don't cut me out from your life. I told you, a life without you, to me, isn't one worth being in."

Please don't do this to me, Cas.

Cas, please.

Please don't.

Cas.

"I understand if that's not what you want." He said. "But I wanted to at least try."

"Cas, I," he smiled, stopping me as I pushed my hand back towards him.

"I gave that to you, willingly. I will always be here for you, if you will allow me to do so." He said. "Please, keep it, as a reminder."

He let go of my hand, reaching to grasp his drink. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Sam do the same thing.

I moved away quickly, moving to stand in front of Rowena. I placed my other hand on her arm quickly, earning her attention.

"Oblitus et suppono." I whispered. She stared at me in shock for only a moment until her eyes blanked.

I only had ten seconds.

"I'm sorry." I said to Cas. His eyes were already blanked out. I put the ring back in his hand, clasping his fingers around it. "I'm so sorry."

I was gone in an instant, back at the cabin in Utah.

I walked outside, as calm and composed as I could, and watched the sun. When everything went back to normal, I finally let myself cry.

Dean was dead. I had sent him to his death.

Sam would've hated me if he remember me past my death.

Cas… Cas had tried, and now he wouldn't remember me being alive either.

The only people left that knew I was alive were Chuck and Crowley.

Crowley showed up not long afterwards. "I thought I would find you here." He said. "Do you regret what you've done?"

"No." I lied. Of course I regretted this. I probably wouldn't stop for a long while. But even then, it was the right choice. I knew it was.

Making a hard choice to help the others.

I hated how life could come to full circle like that.

"Sam and Cas headed back to the Bunker." Crowley informed me. "They drank a round for Dean, and another for you."

"Are they okay?"

"They will be." Crowley assured me.

A demon, assuring a witch that her former fiancé and one of his two best friends would be alright.

"Thank you."

"You've had to make a lot of hard choices." Crowley stated. "Feel free to use the cabin whenever you need to. It would be a shame for you to go back to homelessness now."

"Why are you being kind to me?" I asked. "You're a demon. Demons aren't kind."

"Always protect your assets." Crowley reminded me.

Then he disappeared as well, and I was left alone.

The only person I had left was a demon.