Castiel tapped on the door hurriedly. Bobby was in the kitchen whilst Sam was in the living room. Sam rushed to open the door, seeing as though he had been expecting Castiel and Dean back from a hunt anytime. Dean and Castiel insisted on going on a hunt alone, and hadn't been answering their phones. Sam just shrugged it off, thinking they just wanted some time alone. Castiel and Dean had been gone a long time, too long for comfort.

Sam opened the door and gasped at what he saw. Castiel rushed in, Dean in tow. Castiel put Dean down on the couch. His head was bloody, it looked like there was a gunshot wound. Castiel had blood all over his hands from carrying Dean, tears streaming down his face.

"WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?!" Sam screamed at the sight of his brother looking dead.

Castiel had a loss for words. He couldn't think of something to say. He just sat there, staring at Dean with the eyes that Dean always loved to stare into. Castiel's eyes were sadder than Sam had ever seen them.

Bobby walked in from the kitchen, having been startled by Sam's loud yell. "Boy, answer his question," Bobby almost yelled, as though scolding Castiel. Bobby looked extremely worried, for Dean was like a son to him.

"We were hunting the witch," Castiel started.

"Yes. Tell us something we don't know, Cas." Sam interrupted, wanting Castiel to get to the point, to explain why Dean lay bloody on Bobby's old worn and torn couch.

"We found her. We had gone into the room of the warehouse that she was in, and Dean pulled out his gun silently. We weren't paying attention," Castiel said, almost reluctantly. His eyes staring down at the floor, to hide the tears streaming down his face.

"What happened, son?" Bobby finally said, breaking the long silence in between Castiel's pauses.

"I didn't know. If I had known what she was doing, I would've stopped him from going in," Castiel said, eyes looking anywhere and everywhere but Bobby and Sam, as though he felt guilty.

Sam and Bobby glanced at each other. Not speaking, but their eyes said everything. It was as if Bobby and Sam felt the same thing. It seemed that they both felt sorry for the angel. That even though Dean was like a son to Bobby and was Sam's brother, the angel felt worse than either of them.

"She cast a spell on me. I recognized it afterwards. It's an old spell. A very old sort of curse," Castiel said matter-of-factly, yet still his eyes were sad.

"What was it, Cas?" Sam said loudly and suddenly, as though his words had been stuck in his throat-trapped-and had finally burst out of their cage.

"It causes the target of its effects to kill the one they love the most," Castiel stated, words getting slower and more choked on as he spoke.

Sam and Bobby had the same look on their faces. They were thinking the same thing. He's not really dead, is he? He's not really dead, right? He can't be. He's Dean freaking Winchester. Nobody kills Dean.

"Cas…." Sam started. "What did you do to my brother?"

"I grabbed his gun," Castiel said, not even hiding his tears anymore. He looked up and started sobbing, could barely speak over the cries.

Sam and Bobby could both just hear the pain in Castiel's words. It was very, very depressing. "And?" Sam asked, trying to get Castiel to finish his sentence.

UWU

Dean woke up in a motel bed. It wasn't a very comfortable one. He knew he was dead. He just didn't want to believe it. He obviously wasn't in Hell. Because if he was, he would have already been on the rack and getting tortured.

The only other place he could be was Heaven. Or Purgatory. But Purgatory isn't a motel room. So, he was in Heaven.

But what was this motel room? What did it mean? Everyone's Heaven is always their favorite memories.

Slowly, he started to recognize the motel room.

"This is where me and Cas…" Dean whispered, trailing off at the end, too distracted by the flashbacks.

"This is where it all started," Dean said, remembering that that motel room was where he and Castiel's relationship started. Their first time.

Dean smiled, happiness just exploding out of his face.

He turned to the TV, "Maybe it'll work," he thought. It did. Sort of. He turned it on and saw something very unexpected. He saw the most amazing thing. One-fourth of the medium-sized screen was covered in Castiel's sad, teary-eyed face. He was talking to someone.

Dean looked to the section next to that one. It was Sam. He, too, was sad, a little angry, and a little shocked. He could see that Sam was talking to Castiel and Bobby.

"Bobby!" Dean thought, looking at the elder hunter's part of the screen. It was just below Sam's. "What's the last one for?" he thought, looking quickly to the last portion of the screen. It was flashing between rooms in Bobby's house, parts of the Impala, and through the salvage yard.

Suddenly, the phone rang. Dean jumped, startled, he wasn't expecting a phone call in Heaven.

"Hello?" Dean answered, as though there might be someone on the other end. And there was.

"Hello, Dean," answered a familiar voice, though Dean just couldn't quite put his finger on who it was. "Welcome to Heaven. I hope it didn't hurt too much getting here. Do you like it? I built it myself."

"Is it really you, Chuck?" Dean asked, unsure if really was Him.

"Hey," Chuck started, a kind of faint chuckle or laugh in His voice.

"How's it going dude? Long time, no...nothing," Dean said, kind of awkwardly towards the end.

"It's great. You know, I'll put you back on Earth," Chuck stated, monotonously.

"When?!" Dean almost shouted.

"In due time. I just always wanted to see what it would be like for Castiel, Sam, and Bobby if you died."

"You should already know," Dean said. "I was in Hell some time ago."

There was silence on the other end.

"Chuck? Chuck? CHUCK!" Dean started yelling, frantically.

"I'm right here, Dean," Chuck said, standing right behind the hunter.

Dean jumped, quickly turned around, startled at His sudden appearance. "What the hell, Chuck?" Dean said. He then groaned, realizing he had said, "What the hell?" to God Himself. "Never mind," he groaned.

"I just came here to watch. I can leave if you want," He said, kind of sadly.

"No. Don't leave. It's fine. I just want to get back to Cas."

"And you will, soon enough," Chuck replied, with a hint of joy in His voice. "But first, let's watch." At that note, He snapped his fingers and He and Dean were in a movie theater. They were in the best seats in the place. The seats were very comfortable, and they even reclined.

"You hungry?" Chuck asked Dean, eyes looking a little mischievous.

"I could eat," Dean said. Suddenly there was a man walking down the aisle, holding a platter of cheesy cheeseburgers. He was dressed very formally. He set the silver platter on a table, that wasn't there before, right next to Dean.

"Thirsty, sir?" the man asked, with a voice that had an accent as though he was raised as a butler, and had a very stereotypical butler voice. It was more high than low; and was hinting more towards British and French than it was American.

Dean nodded at the man's question. Grunting quietly, Dean cursed that damned, but annoyingly polite butler for calling him 'Sir'.

The man pointed to the other side of Dean's seat, and Dean looked over at the ground. There was a small cooler, and Dean opened it. Inside was ice and his favorite brand of beer.

Dean looked over when he heard crying. He looked at Chuck, be He wasn't crying. Dean hadn't even noticed what was on the screen. He looked and saw what he had seen on the TV back at the motel.

UWU

"What else, Cas? You grabbed his gun and what?" Sam asked, growing impatient.

"I grabbed his gun and shot him in the head. I tried to stop myself, but I just couldn't. It was like I was being possessed by demon. I was inside, yelling, screaming, trying to get control, but I wasn't in control of my body," Castiel said with a sigh. "But he's not dead, right? We can get him back," Castiel suddenly said with a loud booming voice.

"No, Cas. He's dead," Sam said, looking more and more sad.

"No, Sam. That's not how it works. This can't be it. He doesn't just die. It doesn't work like that. He's supposed to stay alive. This isn't how it ends," Castiel started sobbing uncontrollably. "We were supposed to be together forever. He can't just die. It's not fair. We were supposed to live a long life together," Castiel was on the floor now, crying, he couldn't even breathe with all of his sobbing.

"I'm sorry, Cas. But that is how it works. You know that. Just breathe," Sam started, but he was interrupted by Castiel.

"He never said 'I love you'. I never got to say goodbye. He died thinking that I wanted to kill him," Castiel said, finally breathing.

"Now you know that's not true, right? Why would he really think that you wanted to kill him?" Bobby said, finally saying something since it was established that Dean was dead.

"It really seemed like I did. He begged for his life," Castiel said, suddenly looking down, sadly.

UWU

"I hope you know that he didn't really want to kill you, Dean," Chuck said, chewing popcorn quietly.

"Then why did he?" Dean asked, knowing that Castiel wouldn't try to kill him, yet very hard evidence was present, making him doubt all the good times he had with Castiel.

"He was under the spell of the witch. She's dead, by the way. But, yeah, he was under an old spell that causes the target of its effects to kill whoever they love the most. Which was you," Chuck said. "Don't ever doubt his love for you."

"Okay. But wait. Why is he still barred from Heaven? You and I are on good terms right?" Dean asked, suddenly furious at Chuck for letting the love of his life be banned from his home.

"He went against the angels and I. He tried to take my place as God. That is unforgivable. Maybe. We'll see," Chuck said, suddenly looking annoyed.

"No!" Dean yelled, looking at the screen, seeing Castiel in Bobby's house standing in the bathroom. Castiel was trying to kill himself. Suddenly, Sam walked in, busting the door down and taking the angel blade away.

"ENOUGH!" Dean yelled to Chuck. "This is over. No more playtime. It's time to send me back, Chuck!" Dean continued, looking angry.

Chuck just nodded slowly, before raising His fingers to snap.

"Goodbye, Chuck. It was nice seeing you. You're welcome at Bobby's anytime," Dean said, before hugging Chuck.

Chuck snapped His fingers.

Dean woke up on the couch.

TBC

A/N:

I started writing this story at school one day, because my friend thought I should. At the time, I hadn't been introduced to the concept of Mpreg, and I thought smut was easy to read, hard to write.

Now that I have been introduced to the concept of Mpreg, you can expect that to be incorporated into the story.

I'm not good at writing smut, and my mind usually tends to sway more towards rougher sex, heat of the moment sex, silent sex (no grunts, groans, moans, sounds in general, etc.), no blowjobs, no hand jobs, no vaginas, etc.

I am going to work to incorporate more of the above stuff, too.

Thank you!