The brothers decided to get out of bed when the sun had risen. They silently packed their bags and stuck them in the front of the car. Dean was trying his damndest to stay calm but on the inside he was a wreck. His heart was beating frantically and his hands were slightly shaking. He didn't want to do this. Not another person. He can't handle losing anyone else.

They were halfway there when Dean snapped.

"Damnit Sam! Would you quit looking at me like that?" Dean shouted. Sam just gave him another kicked puppy look.

"You aren't ready for this Dean." Sam replied. Dean scoffed.

"Ready! When the hell has that ever mattered! We have a shit life Sam. Might as well embrace it."

"Look man, all I'm saying is-"

"Nothing. Just drop it." Dean interrupted and turned his eyes back onto the road. It wasn't much longer later when Sam gave him another look.

It was nearly sunset when they arrived. Dean grabbed Death's cane while Sam pulled out a contraption he made for Leviathans. It consisted of a hose and two packs filled with Borax.

"Ready?" Dean asked. Sam nodded and they slowly headed inside. Everything was charred and burned. Books lay half blasted away everywhere. Most of the house was exposed or gone.

"Come on out you son of a bitch!" Dean shouted. They heard a chuckle and looked up. There he stood on the mostly gone second floor. He was wearing a new trench coat but this one was darker more of a mix between brown and tan. The collar was splattered in blood, as was his shirt, the ends were covered in ash and soot. Sam and Dean glared at them from where they stood.

"Howdy! I was hoping you guys would come here!" He called and jumped down. The brothers backed up raising their weapons.

"Oh come now. Why don't we chat a little first? It's not very often anyone actually gets a hold on you two. Oh! Like the new coat? I realized I must have dropped the other? Have you seen it? I'd really like it back." The Leviathan spoke quickly his mouth always sliding into a psychotic smile. His voice was nothing like Cas', Dean noted. It was jumpy and uneven.

"Give him back." Sam said glaring. The Leviathan laughed madly at that.

"What? Give him back? But it's sooo much fun! He's quite feisty you know. Oh! That's right! I told you he was dead!" The Leviathan cackled. Dean glared and unsheathed the sword.

"Let him go or I swear to God I will end you." Dean growled. The Leviathan whistled mockingly and stared at the blade.

"You shouldn't play with toys over your age limit, Winchester." It said walking forward. Sam leveled his weapon at him.

"Stay back." He warned. The Leviathan laughed at him and grabbed the nozzle forcing it to spray in its face. The most that happened was it turning a light pink shade.

"I'm the lead man. You're going to have to do better than that." Then it attacked. Sam ducked quickly removing his contraption while Dean made a lunge for the Leviathan but it twisted out of the way. Sam went to tackle it but the Leviathan threw him through a wall. Dean cursed, shit was getting bad and fast.

"Cas!" He shouted. Sam wasn't getting up. FUCK. The Leviathan grabbed him by the throat lifting him into the air.

"Cas! You son of a bitch I know you can hear me!" He choked out. His vision was going black and damn he hated being so helpless. He was on the brink of consciousness when he was dropped. Dean gasped for air coughing and spitting.

"Dean?"

No. There was no way. No fucking way.

"Cas?" Dean replied looking up. It was really him. Castiel. He helped Dean up the same look of regret and worry in his eyes as before he was lost.

"Dean I am so sorry." He said his tone full of regret. Dean waved him off finally catching his breath.

"I don't care. It doesn't matter." Dean replied. Castiel nodded though he didn't seem to believe it.

"Where is Sam?" He asked. Dean looked at the wall Sam disappeared through. Sam's head popped up and he slowly made his way over.

"Castiel?" Sam asked unbelieving. Cas nodded.

"Dean. Now is your chance. You must kill me. I cannot hold the Leviathan back forever." Cas told him. Dean shook his head.

"No. You can do it. I know you can. Come on Cas don't make me lose you too…" Dean argued. He couldn't do this. No. Castiel finally took this chance to look at his surroundings.

"Bobby…" He whispered fists clenching, "Dean. Do it now. This will continue no further. I will not allow it to keep hurting people."

"Dean…I can do it…if it's too much for you." Sam offered. His eyes were filled with worry, sorrow, and regret.

"No. I'll do it." Dean replied squaring his shoulders. This would be the one thing to break him. After this he wouldn't be able to carry on. It was all over. Castiel closed his eyes and spread his arms. Tears were streaming down Dean's face as he lifted the sword.

"Cas…one last thing. I love you." He whispered. Then he stuck the sword up and through Castiel's chest. Cas' body convulsed but he made no move to defend himself. Sam turned away fighting back tears and pressing into his hand. This had to be a nightmare. Castiel fell to his knees.

"I have always loved you, Dean."

Dean swung the sword and everything exploded in white.