A/N: Hello fellow supernatural fans hunter's and my lovely loyal readers and followers. This is just a one shot, and yes, it's a Dean/Cas story. Something that just popped in my head and I decided to write it down. Now which only I thought I wasn't going to do a story like this. But the thought wouldn't go away. And I might later on make this into a full story. Maybe maybe not. This is how I personally thought that the show should have ended. Yes I'm still pissed. And I probably will be for the rest of my life. Anyway. Please enjoy.

Carry on wayward supernatural fans.

I love you. Those three little words kept echoing in Dean's head. Not even getting drunk would make him forget about them and the confusing feelings that came along with three little words. That was the last thing that Cas, his best friend ever said to him. But the way he said it, With so much feeling behind it. It blindsided him, It was as if he could see for the very first time. But he didn't say it back, couldn't say it back. He was too surprised and shocked to even think of a response. Now, it was to late. He was always too late. He wished he had said it back, He so desperately wanted Cas back. But it wasn't possible. Not this time.

Cas had died and comeback before. But this time was different. This time it was permanent. And Dean felt empty. Not even the one nightstands made him feel complete. The only thing that came close was hunting. Something he was good at. He had always been good at. A hunter was who he was. He was always good at putting up a front, pretended that he was okay even though deep inside he was broken. But somewhere down the road without him realizing it, Cas Picked up the pieces and put them back together. Without realizing it, Cas became so much more. Dean had forgiving him time and time again, because at the end of the day he only did what he thought was right, he went about it the wrong way.

Sam noticed. Because his brother always noticed. But he wasn't pressuring. And a lot of ways that helped. He was good at burying feelings, good at pretending. In truth? He was hurting. Hurting worse when he walked away from Lisa and Ben. Worst than when he came back from hell. He only felt this kind of pain once before. When Cas died the first time.

I love you. At night, he saw piercing blue then bluer eyes in his dreams, there were more like nightmares. There were nightmares because when he woke he knew that it wasn't real. Jack had bright back everyone else. Charlie, Bobby, Kevin, Crowley. Their Father and mother. But apparently he couldn't bring back the one person that he craved, and didn't realize it until it was too late. He knew if he asked, If he prayed to the new god, perhaps his prayer would be answered. But he wasn't sure if that was the right thing.

I love you. Dean was never selfish. He had always put his desires on the back burner to keep his little brother safe. That was his job. That wasn't his job anymore. His job was hunting. But he was broken. And the only person who could fix him was now gone, and was never coming back.

Dean Winchester was barely listening to the radio as he drove the impala back to the bunker. Sam and he just finished a vampire hunt. It was a close call. Dean Most push against the wall. Luckily he missed the nail but shooting from the wall. Sam grabbed him In the neck of time. Sam kept looking at him. He knew at any moment that his mouthy brother was going to open his mouth and speak the words that he desperately did not want him to voice. Everything was fine. He felt lost and broken. But what else was new?

I love you. Recently he had been coming to the realization that he was in love with that sometimes clueless, never understood what personal space meant, always tried to do the right thing but would get bit in the ass every time but never stop trying, dumbass angel. He realized how blind he had been. For years. There was a time of denial, but it wasn't the fact that he was gey or bi, Cas was just the one he fell in love with. And he realized it with three little words.

Sam turned down the radio. "Dean. It's been six months. Are you sure you're okay?"

"Fine Sammy." That was a lie. And he knew his brother could see right through it. "No. But I will be. Maybe. All I can do is fight the good fight. Like we've always done."

Sam nodded, his face lit up by the traffic lights. "Yeah. Dean. Whenever you need to talk."

"I know."

"I love you. Your my brother."

"Come on. No chick flick moments."

His brother chuckled. "Of course not." He signed. "But seriously. If you need to talk, you know you can talk to me, or Charlie."

Dean smiled. It was good to have the old Charlie back. She had practically moved in with them there in the bunker. Which he had no problem with. She would occasionally go out with them on cases. But she was usually the brain's behind the operation. Just like Kevin. Who had been dealing with the fact that he had come back to life harder than she was.

I love you. His smile faded. He had everything that he could ever want. He had his brother, Bobby, a grumpy old man that was more like their father than their actual father was, Charlie, a woman who was more like his a little sister that he never wanted. His mother and father back. Jody would come by the bunker Once in a while to cook them a home meal. She would also bring her adopted daughter's along with her. Seeing Cas's daughter was sometimes difficult. But it was nice to see her around. He had everything that he could ever want. He was still hunting. So why did he feel so incomplete? He knew the reason. Cas.

...

Dean turned to his brother after parking and shuting off the impala in the bunkers garage. "It... It's hard. Knowing that he's not coming back this time."

Sam nodded. "I know man. I know how much he meant to you."

Dean shook his head, looking away. "No, no you don't."

"You loved him. You loved him more than a brother, you loved him more than a friend. Dean. I know. You were in love with him."

Slowly, Dean nodded. "I was too late." He said before getting out of the impala, shutting the door on the conversation.

Sam soon followed, petting the dog as he came to greet them. Dean rolled his eyes. Why he ever agreed to allow a dog in the bunker was beyond him. Rufus made Sam and Charlie happy. Rufus was a golden retriever. He remembered to time when he mind bonded with a dog. He smiled a little bit before heading inside.

He was tired and hungry. Hopefully Charlie made her famous pot roast. He could only hope. Charlie met him at the door, Her eyes full of excitement confusion and worry. "You won't believe who showed up at the door this morning." She said grabbing his hand and pulling him with her.

"Your girlfriend?" Dean guessed. Charlie had been dating someone for the last few months. She was a hunter. And a damn good one. Lily was pretty funny too.

"No. Better." She said practically pushing him Into the map room. "I already did all the tests. It's definitely him."

Dean was about to ask her when he froze. Standing beside the table in the library was the man that he had been dreaming about every night. The only man who could fix him. Cas. Everything around him seem to stop and fade into the background. He felt like he couldn't even catch a breath. So many things ran in his mind at once. Demon. Skinwalker. Vampire. But there was no body to berry. Their was nothing left of Cas when the Empty took him away from Dean. He didn't want to dare to hope, to believe to have it just crushed.

Cas turned to him, his ridiculously blue eyes locked on him. "Hello Dean."

And just like that that deep reveille voice Brought back the sounds. Dean took in a breath, then another, and another. He looked at Cas. Somehow he knew it was him, could feel it in his very soul.

"Yes. I'm sure. I'm sure it's him." Charlie said to Sam.

Cas was still looking at Dean. "What I said... I'm sorry. I should have... I.."

Dean shook his head, snapping himself out of his daze, and before his courage decided to abandoned him, he walked purposely to Cas grabbing him by his collar and roughly pulling him against him, kissing him With so much passion and feeling that he thought wasn't possible. Cas stiffened a moment before Relaxing against him, then he started responding, his soft warm lips moving with his. It was like something he had never felt, freedom, love, connection.

Cas's hands was framing his face. Dean breathed in the sent of Cas, he reveled in the way they seem to fit together so perfectly. The feel of Cas's lips moving against his. Dean pulled back to look into Cas's eyes. There was so much love and desire him that it made him weak in the knees.

A clearing of a throat broke them both out of the moment. He totally forgot that his brother and Charlie was standing there. Clearing his throat, he padded Cas on his shoulder. "Good to have you back man."

Cas smiled. "It's good to be back."

Sam came practically running up and tattling Cas in a bear hug. "Good to have you back."

The angel returned the hug. "Hello Sam." Cas's eyes went over Dean before looking at Charlie. "Hello Charlie." Charlie giggled and Joined in with the hugging.

'Thank you jack.' Dean said silently.

The end.