Dean knew his plan was stupid, reckless actually. But he was out of options. They were still in New Jersey. He left Sam sleeping at the motel they crashed at. He didn't want to leave Sam alone right now, not after what happened but he has to. Dean doesn't think as he drives towards the coast and the incoming tropical storm. His mind turned off as soon as he left the hospital. Now he had a plan. Most of the items he needed were easy to come by. Now all he needs is an act of God.

Dean pulled the beat up car to the pier vaguely wishing he had his baby back before opening the door. Rain and wind assault him from all sides. He opens the trunk pulling out several metal poles. Lightning strikes not too far away and Dean cringed remembering when he almost died from electrocution. He shakes it off and jogs down to the beach quickly placing all of the poles in the sand. Just as he was turning around lightening stuck and he flew backwards. He landed hard on his back and just lay there in the sand letting the rain soak him as he held back his tears. This was stupid he'd been shocked before. No chick flick moments, he told himself getting up. He looked towards the poles. Bingo.

Two hours later he was in an old shed. His phone buzzed for the fifth time but he had to ignore it. Sam didn't need to worry about what he was doing. He crushed the crystal and the air rippled.

"Tell me why I shouldn't kill you right now."

"Death." Dean said turning around. Death gave him a scrutinizing look before glancing around.

"And you didn't even bring me food. I'm disappointed, Dean." Dean squared his shoulders looking Death in the eye.

"Look I didn't wanna call you here either but I'm out of options. You know the Leviathans. I just need to know how to bring them down. That's all. I swear I'll never bother you again." He quickly spoke.

"Why should I help you? Every chance I have given you, you have failed." Death drawled. Dean looked at the ground before speaking.

"Because if you didn't want to help you would have just killed me. I'm guessing you like your job. You like the humans or you wouldn't have helped in the first place." Dean replied. Death nodded and walked toward Dean. He lifted his cane and slid the black part off to reveal a sword. He was right in front of Dean's face.

" Listen. Very. Carefully. You take this sword. You find the leader of the Leviathans. Then you will pierce him through his stomach and up into its chest straight through the heart. Then you must behead it." Death instructed. Dean gulped and nodded slowly.

"Okay. Now I just need to find Dick and-" Death cut him off.

"Do you honestly think that show boy is their leader? Come now, Dean, you know that isn't true. He's nothing like the first Leviathan you talked to."

"Cas…" Dean whispered. He knew it was true…he had that feeling but he hadn't wanted to believe it…

"Bingo. Now run along. I do not like to be without my cane." Death said as he turned to leave.

"Wait. Where will I find him?" Dean asked. Death stopped without turning around.

"He's been waiting for you. He thinks that after your recent tragedy you will feel nostalgic. Go to Mr. Singer's house." And with that he disappeared.

"Damnit!" Dean cursed. His phone began buzzing again and this time he answered it.

"Sammy."

"Dean! Where the hell have you been? Why are you ignoring me? What the hell is going on!" Sam questioned on the other end of the line.

"Talking with Death. He gave us a battle plan to destroy these sons of bitches once and for all. I'll be back at the motel in forty five minutes. I'll tell you more then." He said and hung up the phone. He brought his hand down over his face trying to gather himself together before he went out to the car and drove back to the motel.

As soon as he pulled up Sam was out of the door and in his face.

"What the hell do you think you're doing Dean! Talking with Death! I'm surprised you're not dead!" Sam yelled at him. Dean shoved him out of the way and walked into the room with Sam hot on his heels.

"Well so am I. But it had to be done." He lifted up the cane he was holding and tossed it to Sam.

"Isn't this…Death's?" Sam asked confused. Dean nodded and grabbed a beer.

"Take the bottom off. It's a sword. He told me to go to the lead Leviathan and pierce it in the stomach and into its heart then cut his head off." Dean replied. "And it's not Dick. It's Cas…he's at Bobby's…" He finished. Sam winced at the mention of the man's name but nodded.

"I'm not going to let you get drunk before you do this Dean. I need you at one hundred percent not hung-over. We'll try to sleep tonight and in the morning we're heading out." Sam told him. Dean rolled his eyes getting up for another beer. "I threw the rest of the beers out. I'm serious Dean."

"What the fuck Sam? A guy can't relax before he goes and kills his best friend?" Dean shouted.

"We all know he means more to you than that Dean. I'm not stupid. I've seen the way you look at each other. Don't even bother denying it. Go to sleep." Sam ordered before going to shower. Dean grumbled to himself. He wasn't going to sleep. Sleep these days was impossible. Between dreams of Hell, Cas, and now Bobby he was lucky to get an hour in. He would go with what Sam said though. For once. Not much longer after that Sam came out of the bathroom and lay down. They both knew they wouldn't sleep. They'd try though.

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