I can't take them on my own, my own

Oh, I'm not the one you know, you know

I have killed a man and all I know

Is I am on the run and go.

-'run and go' Twenty-one Pilots

Dean froze at the nurse's statement. He tore his eyes away from the television, and glared at the woman.

"He says his name is Cas? And that you'd know him."

Dean cleared his throat roughly, "yeah I know Cas, you can let him in."

Cas, Castiel had come to see Dean Winchester. He couldn't get the thought out of his mind.

Cas is here, Cas will make the pain go away…

…he always does.

Cas was probably there to say his goodbyes, or request help. There was no one in hell, Castiel actually cared. No one cared, and he made peace with that. Everything that was happening to him now, he deserved it all.

It was several minutes before the nurse came back, Castiel trailing slowly behind. The nurse motioned Cas towards the door, and walked the opposite way down the corridor. The former angel kept his head down, staring at his shoes.

Dean hated the look he could see on his face.

"Hey, Cas!" Dean attempted a cherry voice. The tone caused Castiel to flinch.

"…My apologies…I should have come sooner." Castiel lifted gaze from the floor. The first thing Dean noticed was the blue in Cas's eyes. They weren't the steel blue that Dean loved so much; just a dull and empty sky blue without clouds.

Dean smiled sadly. He could see that Cas was hurt that someone had said something. "Its fine Cas, how's life?"

Castiel fiddled with the sleeve of the worn trench coat, "it-its fine."

"You were always a crap liar Cas," Dean patted the spot beside him, "now sit and talk."

The Winchester noticed how nervous Castiel was being. Cas took a seat on the edge of the bed, running his figures through the white and texture less fabric of the bedding. "Claire is dead."

That was hardly a surprise to Dean, "Oh, what happened."

"Same thing that always manages to happen, I made a mistake." He explained.

"It happens." Dean said with a shrug.

"…Sam told me what had happened Dean, and I'm so sorry. Please answer this honestly…before your time comes…what do you want?"

"You know Cas, I haven't had pie in a few years…please Cas do you think you could find some pie. It has to be a certain kind of pie. My mom made it for me once. Sam was the only other person in the family who knows how to make it like her. Could you maybe bring some for me?"

Cas grinned one of his rare, and large goofy grin, "Of course Dean. I'll be back later, hopefully with that pie on the mend."

"Sounds great Cas,"

Castiel stepped out of the hospital room, into the bare and busy corridor. He immediately called Sam.

"Cas…how'd it go."

"Can you make pie?"

"I guess, why?"

"Dean requested that he have a certain kind of pie before he pass… a kind that you could only make."

"Oh…mom's apple pie…yeah of course I'll drive up tomorrow."

"Thank you, Sam."

With that the former angel hung up, and headed back inside the hospital room.

"I'm gonna go now Dean. I promise I'll be back tomorrow with that pie."

"Alright, see ya later Feather- hey Cas?"

"Yeah Dean?"

"My keys are in the leather jacket hanging over that chair over there…take them."

"No Dean, keep the car."

"Yeah, thought you'd say that. Can you at least give it to someone who love it as much as I do?" Dean pleaded.

"I think I can do that."

Cas stepped over to the chair and grabbed the keys. Without a word the blue-eyed man left. Castiel had someone in mind… Ben. Even though Cas was never around during that year Dean spent with Lisa and Ben. He was watching them. Over time he realized Ben's liking towards the '67 impala. The young boy had often asked Dean about the car. Dean was always glad to talk about the legend and important item that was the car. The car which Sam and Dean had grown up, truly the only thing that had ever been stable in the Winchesters lives.

The car really belonged to Sam, but the younger Winchester had always felt that car was too much that it could never be truly his. Castiel had come to except. So he stepped out the hospital door, set on giving a young boy something to carry on and hopefully keep forever.

Everything's a story in the end, and that's what the impala was a story.

A fantastic and extraordinary one at that,

Sam was sitting in the stolen car that he'd learn to call his; right outside the store. He gathered all the things that was needed, and was about to head back to his apartment. The pie, it was honestly just like the pie you would buy in a bakery. Sam could recall every time Dean wanted pie. Every time Dean was sick or injured, Sam made pie; the pie that Bobby had taught him how to make.

He should have gone for his brother sooner, but he was afraid. The first time Dean had been a demon, he said such awful things. Sam wasn't stupid… it was all true, and that's what hurt. No matter how much he hurt, a brotherly duty was something that he always had to do.

Don't wanna call you in the nighttime

Don't wanna give you all my pieces

Don't wanna hand you all my trouble

Don't wanna give you all my demons

You'll have to watch me struggle

From several rooms away

But tonight I need you to stay…