It was about four in the morning when Dean made it to Bobby's house. The fog seemed to surround Dean as he carried Jamie out of the impala. Dean quickly knocked on Bobby's door, he could hear his footsteps behind the door.. Taking precaution before answering, Dean assumed. "Dean, what are you doing here?" He asked before he could even get the door all the way open. "I'm trying to find Sam." Dean responded. "Is this your son?" Bobby asked starring down at the sleeping boy. "This is Jamie, my son." Dean held so much pride in his arms and voice when he spoke about Jamie. Bobby nodded for a moment before motioning them inside.
Once Bobby poured Dean and himself a cup of coffee and had Jamie tucked in on the couch, they then could relax by the fireplace for the time being. "Dean, I haven't seen you nor heard from you in over ten years.. That about killed me." Bobby confessed. "I'm sorry Bobby, when I met Haley I didn't want my past to come back around and ruin things for me." Dean tried to explain. "so you cut off all ties with the ones who love you and didn't deserve the sudden cold shoulder?" Bobby snapped. Dean nodded before staring at his feet, feeling scolded like a child. "I'm glad things worked out for you though dean. Your wife is beautiful and your son, he looks just like you." Bobby smiled glancing over at Jamie.
"Thank you, that boy means everything to me." Dean chuckled following Bobby's gaze. "so, what's going on with Sam?" Bobby asked, the Kodak moment obviously over. "I had a vision that he was hurt and he needed me but.. I thought maybe it was just a dream. You know like, old memories resurfacing. I knew something was actually wrong when Jamie woke me up late last night, begging me to go save Sam. The fear in his eyes.. I have never seen." Dean told him. "Jamie, spoke of Castile and monsters." it was hard for Dean to think about Jamie hearing about all this. A five year old shouldn't be obligated to go through this.
"I mean, have you spoken to Sam?" Dean asked. Bobby suddenly sat his mug down and inhaled deeply. "Dean, Sam stopped talking to me the minute you did." Bobby told him, the pain in his eyes stung Dean. "I don't understand why he would do that.. I mean, that doesn't sound like Sam at all." He mumbled. "Yeah well, It Didn't sound like something you would do either." Bobby said. Silence took over for nearly a minute. "Daddy.." Jamie whimpered. Dean was quick to be by his side. "Are you okay?" He asked. Jamie's eyes began to water. "Castile is here." He announced. Bobby and Dean both rose to their feet and starred around the room.
You could feel Castile's presence there was no mistaking it for nothing, the silence would soon become almost deafening and an overwhelming urge to cry will consume you. "Thank you Jamie for being my messenger." Castile boomed from the darkened corner. His features remained the same and so did that curious stare that stayed printed on his face. "Dean Winchester, The Angels have been betting against you for years. I had no clue that they would have been right." Castile told him. "I tried to tell Daddy but he just doesn't understand." Jamie said. "What do you mean betting against me?" Dean asked defensively. "Your business wasn't done, Dean. You had so much more tasks to accomplish and there was consequences that followed you but Sam decided to protect you and take care of your responsibilities himself." Castile explained.
Dean's nostrils flared and anger rumbled inside of him. "You act as if you had no past life or remembrance of the things you have done. Convincing yourself that you had no past doesn't make the past go away." Castile said placing his hand on Dean's shoulder. A blinding light was all he saw, it left him breathless, and Terrified. The images around him moved in slow motion, the colors were so vibrant that he could have sworn this was heaven. "Where am I?" Dean asked none of the images playing out before him made any sense. "This is where your brother is.." Castile said, suddenly the beautiful colors melted away almost like a painting that got wet. Nothing but blackness surrounded them. "..and this is?" Dean breathed. "This is death, Dean." Castile stated.