Here's the next chapter! Enjoy!

"Endings are hard. Any chapped-ass monkey with a keyboard can poop out a beginning, but endings are impossible. You try to tie up every loose end, but you never can. The fans are always gonna bitch. There's always gonna be holes. And since it's the ending, it's all supposed to add up to something. I'm telling you, they're a raging pain in the ass."

"Cas, you're alive?" Gracilynn hears her dad say. She finally diverts her attention from the hole a shifts it a few feet to where her dad is kneeling in the grass. Cas is standing next to him.

"I'm better than that," Cas says, touching Dean's forehead. Gracilynn sees her dad's injuries are healed and her Dad stand up.

"Cas, are you God?" Dean asks, looking at Cas. Gracilynn forces herself to open the car door and climb out, watching the men before her.

"That's a nice compliment. But no. Although, I do believe he brought me back. New and improved," Cas answers. He walks over to Bobby and touches him on the forehead. Gracilynn watches as Bobby's eyes open and he begins to stir. Cas turns to her, studying her.

"Are you okay?" he asks. Gracilynn nods her head, feeling her dad's gaze on her. She looks over at him. Dean looks down at the Horseman's rings in his hand. Gracilynn feels her eyes stray to the rings, staring at them herself.

Dean is driving down the road and it's late at night. Gracilynn's head is resting on his lap, his coat draped over her. She had finally fell asleep, cried herself actually, although she tried her hardest to hide it. Dean looks over at Cas, who seems to find Gracilynn's feet in her lap intriguing.

"What are you gonna do now?" Dean asks him.

"Return to Heaven, I suppose," Cas answers.

"Heaven?" Dean asks, confused, his hand moving to rest on Gracilynn's shoulder.

"With Michael in the Cage, I'm sure it's total anarchy up there," Cas explains, looking up at him from Gracilynn's feet.

"So, what, you're the new sheriff in town?" Dean questions.

"I like that. Yeah. I suppose I am," Cas says thoughtfully.

"Wow. God gives you a brand-new, shiny set of wings, and suddenly you're his bitch again," Dean says scornfully.

"I don't know what God wants. I don't know if he'll even return. It just... seems like the right thing to do," Cas replies calmly.

"Well, if you do see him, you tell him I'm coming for him next," Dean threatens.

"You're angry," Cas says.

"That's an understatement," Dean replies.

"He helped. Maybe even more than we realize," Cas states.

"That's easy for you to say. He brought you back. But what about Sam? What about me, huh? Where's my grand prize? All I got is my brother in a hole!" Dean says, raising his voice. He feels Gracilynn stir on his lap. Cas looks down, seeing Dean's hand shift to stroking Gracilynn's hair absent-mindedly.

"You got what you asked for, Dean. No paradise. No hell. Just more of the same. I mean it, Dean. What would you rather have? Peace or freedom?" Cas asks. Dean thinks for a second. He looks over to say something but Cas is gone.

"Well, you really suck at goodbyes, you know that?" Dean says spitefully.

Okay, so there's only one chapter left until this story is done. So, please review! Oh, and I've already started writing the next story so if you have any input on flashback that you would like to see and you haven't told me now's the time to do it. Thanks!