He doesn't see Sam going in the house. He feels numb. He falls to his knees next to his... next to Cas's body. He is in shock. I can't believe it. It can't be real. Please, wake up. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please...
It wasn't the first time he lost him, it must have been at least the fifth. Hell, it was even the second time Lucifer killed him. But, somehow, this time it's different. It seems more final. It's the first time he sees the wings burnt on the ground.
"Cas, please, wake up!", says Dean, tears running down his face.
Dean still can't believe he is gone. He can't be. He always comes back. He just got him back and he already lost him. It's like a sick joke. Every time he gets him back and thinks that everything is going to be okay, something or someone takes him away from him.
He reaches a hand and places it on his cheek. It's still warm. You could think he was asleep. He looks so peaceful. Dean can still see the expression of relief he had when he got out of that dimension. For the few seconds their eyes met, they thought it was over. They had won and they were all okay.
How foolish of them to think that.
: * : * : * :
Sam goes inside, looking for the Nephilim. He's trying not to think about what just happened. He knows he should stay with Dean and comfort him, but he doesn't have the strength at the moment. He goes into the master room and sees Kelly's body on the bed; she looks so peaceful. He hears a noise coming from the corner of the room. He gets closer and sees a young man in his 20s sitting on the floor with his knees to his chest and his head on his knees. The boy senses him and looks up, his golden eyes staring with curiosity into Sam.
"Jack?"
A frown appears on the boy's face when he hears his name.
"Who are you? How do you know my name?"
"Uh... Well... The thing is-"
"Where's my mother?", he asks as he starts to get nervous.
"Relax. I'll tell you anything you want. Just, try to relax"
"Tell me right now what you know"
Sam tries to think how he can tell him what happened and avoid him getting pissed and doing something dangerous.
"Okay, I'll tell you. But try to keep your emotions in control. Your mother... Kelly, she... She died giving birth to you. I'm sorry. I-"
"I killed her? Where is she?"
Sam points to the bed, where Kelly lies peacefully, dressed in a white dress. Jack gets over to the bed and reaches his hand to hold hers.
"I can feel her soul. It's leaving. Where is she going?"
"I guess she is going to Heaven. She will be alright there. She'll be at peace"
"She's going to Heaven? How's that poss-"
Suddenly he sees a vision of a motel room, his mother and a man sitting on one of the beds. The man with a hand on her belly, feeling the baby. Who's this man? Another vision, this time in a playground, his mother holding the man's hand and he saving her from another woman. What does these images mean? I need to know. Just as he is about to ask Sam about the visions he sees a house, the man and his mother are in the same room he is in now. His mother is trying to build some furniture and is getting frustrated but then the man enters the room and she relaxes. She trusted the man. Who is- She just called him Cas. Cas? What a strange name.
"Who's Cas?"
"Cas? You know Cas? How?"
"I saw a vision. My mother and him... She trusted him. I need to find him. Tell me where he is"
Sam starts to feel the reality of Cas' death. No, no, no, no, no. I can't deal with this right now. He tries to push those feelings away.
"Cas... He is... He... He's dead"
"Dead? No, that can't be. I saw the future. I showed him the future"
"You saw the future? How- Never mind that. Lucifer, your father, he... he- he killed him. Just outside the house"
"Lucifer's my father?! What? That can't be possible"
"I'm sorry, but it's true. He wanted to have a child so he could have more power. But we- we locked him away in an alternative universe you opened"
"I opened an alternative reality?"
Now that he thinks about it, he can feel like some kind of electricity inside his body. Are those my powers?
"So I have powers?"
"Yes, you do"
"I can feel them. I can feel my power running through my veins. I feel almost invincible. I feel like I could do anything", he says with a smile on his face.
: * : * : * :
Dean is still on the floor next to Cas, but now he is sitting with Cas' head on his lap. He's running his fingers through his hair and over his face, and both of their faces are wet, Cas' from Dean's tears.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Cas. I know lately I've been harsh on you but I hope you know- you knew that I cared for you. You had to know how important you were to me. I can't bear to think that you thought I didn't care for you"
He doesn't notice two figures coming out of the house and standing a few foots away from Cas' body. Doesn't see his little brother's pained expression as he sees what the angel's dead is doing to his brother. And he doesn't see Jack with a frown on his face, seeming to be thinking hard about something.
"Cas, please, come back. I need you. You know that. I told you once before and I meant it. Please, don't leave me"
He knows he's rambling now. Probably not making sense, but he couldn't care less .
"You know, I never apologized for beating you up when I had the mark. I almost killed you and I couldn't be brave enough to tell you how awful I felt. I- I'm so sorry, Cas!"
He's sobbing hard now. He doesn't think he can feel more pain but it keeps getting worse. His mind has decided to remember every single moment he had disappointed his angel, every time he had hurt him.
"CAS!", he sobs, "Why did you have to go against Lucifer? I know you just wanted to do the right thing but... You always tried to do the right thing and it always ended up with you dead, hurt or... I don't know. I just... I- I need you to come back. Come back to me. Cas... Cas... Please, please, please..."
Sam watches as his brother breaks down over his angel's body. He doesn't think he can come back from this. This time he is truly broken. He needs to do something. Suddenly, he gets an idea.
"Jack! You said you could do anything, right?"
"Yeah, why d-"
"Do you think you could bring Cas back?", he asks, finally feeling some kind of hope.
"I don't-"
"Please, please, please. Tell me you can do something"
"I could try, but it will take time. We can't do it here"
"That's alright. We have a bunker. We can go there"
He's feeling excited now. He needs to tell Dean. He approaches him and places a hand on his shoulder.
"Dean. Dean, look at me"
Dean doesn't listen, or doesn't care. He doesn't turn to look at his brother, he just keeps rocking Cas's body.
"Dean. Please, look at me. I need you to look at me. I- Please, I need to tell you something. It's important. Don't shut me down. I know you are feeling broken and you are hurting, but don't shut me down. I need you"
Dean hears his brother and, even though he doesn't want to talk to anybody –unless it's Cas, somehow–, this is his little brother. He needs him. He needs to be there for him. Slowly, he turns his head, his hands never leaving Cas' face.
Sam flinches when he sees how broken his brother really was. His face is covered in tears and snot. His eyes red and full of tears; his face as pale as ghost; his expression one of heartbreak and pain.
"Dean..."
"He's gone, Sammy. He's gone. He's gone. I can't... He... I..."
He sobs and tries to turn his head again to look at Cas, but Sam forces his face so he is looking at him again.
"Dean. Dean, this is Jack. He's Kelly's kid. He... He thinks he may be able to... He may be able to bring Cas back"
Dean eyes open wide in shock.
"But we have to go to the bunker. So come on. Let's go! I can help you carry the body-"
"No! Don't touch him!"
He places one arm behind his knees and the other one behind his neck, and stands up. He starts walking to the car. Sam opens the backseat door so he can place Cas' body there. To his surprise he gets in the back with him, placing his head on his lap.
The ride to the bunker is silent and, when they get there, Dean takes Cas on his arms and goes to his room, where he places him on his bed and covers him with the duvet. He sits on a chair next to his bed and takes his hand in his own.
After a little while, Sam comes into his room and starts to explain what Jack is going to do and what he needs to do it. Dean only half listens to what Sam is saying, his mind unable to focus on anything other than Cas laying on his bed. Sam notices this and decides to leave him be and help Jack by himself.