Dean and Sam were having a great time just chilling with Charlie. She was teasing the older brother about his description of the first kiss. Dean watched Sam for any kind of negative reaction to anything he said. He couldn't help himself. Things just didn't go this well for him. He was happy with his boyfriend. He had an accpeting family who loved him. He had a great job that he loved. What else could he ask for.

Suddenly both Charlie and Dean's phones went off at the same time. Dean got up to get his from his jacket pocket on the hook by the door. Charlie ran to the kitchen to escape Sam's nosy ears.

"Hello?" He hadn't recognized the number calling.

"Is this Dean Winchester?"

"Yes. Who is this?" The emotionless tone of the accented voice on the other side of the line put him on edge.

"This is Dr. Crowley. I am the mortician at Roanoke Memorial Hospital."

Dean's stomach hit the floor and he broke into a sweat, "Uh, Okay. Why are you... What's going on? Why are you calling me?"

"We have a body here that has you listed as the next of kin. We need you to come identify and claim the body."

Dean couldn't believe what he was hearing. He listed all the people who could possibly be gone and none of them seemed possible. He was so afraid that this Crowley guy was going to say that Castiel had had an accident. That he needed to come claim his dead boyfriend. "Who." That was the only word he could manage. His throat was closing with dread and he was squeezing the phone so hard he heard it creak a little.

The man on the phone said the one name Dean couldn't truly believe.

Dean fell to his knees. He let the phone clatter to the floor. Sam jumped up and raced to Dean's side. Dean was staring at Sam. He started shaking his head. No, this couldn't be right. This couldn't be real.

"Dean?! What's going on?" Sam grabbed his shoulders as he hit his own knees in front of his big brother who absolutely never cried. He didn't cry for anyone or anything, but Dean was silently crying. He was just staring at him. Sam shook his shoulders a little, "C'mon Dean, talk to me. You're scaring me."

Charlie came slowly stubling from the kitchen. Her hand was over her mouth in horror and her eyes were filled with unshed tears. Sam was glancing between the two, "Can some damn body tell me what the hell is going on?!"

"Sammy... we need to go to the hospital. I will explain on the way." Sam stood up and backed away from Dean.

"What do you mean? What's happened?" Dean got up and grabbed his jacket and started walking to the impala. Everyone got in silently. Sam had a sense of dread the closer they got to the edge of town. Dean was driving like a bat out of hell.

Castiel and Gabriel were driving as fast as the traffic would allow. It was six thirty rush hour. The news sites had given a hospital location and Gabe hadn't asked any questions when Cas said they had to leave. Castiel was so worried about Dean was almost physically sick twice. He hoped that when he got threre Dean and the rest of his family didn't mind his intrusion. He had to see Dean though.

They pulled in about fifteen minutes later. He spotted the Impala and was lucky enough to find a spot two cars over. He threw his car in park and was rushing to the doors. He didn't even care if Gabe was coming or not. Cas rushed through the automatic door and went straight for the info desk until he saw Sam standing with Dean and Charlie who were just meeting up with Ellen and Jo.

He walked up to them and Sam said, "Cas. How did you...?"

"I saw the news report. I came straight here. I wasn't sure, but I now fear that I was right." His voice was shaking as he looked at Dean. He looked so visably shaken, Cas' heart was breaking. Before he could speak to him a man walked up and talked directly to Dean.

"You must be the Winchesters. I need, " he looked at his clipboard, "Dean and Ellen." He had an accent and eyes that showed just how little he cared for his job. He turned and walked away with the two of them following behind. Ellen took Dean's hand and he saw him fist his other hand.

Cas turned to see Sam holding Charlie and Jo was rubbing Sam's back. This is was a family looked like in a tragedy. They were here for each other and none judged another's emotions. Cas got choked up and stood with his back against the wall next the trio.

"The male was killed by a single bullet wound to the frontal lobe." Crowley said as the elevator door opened to a pristine floor. They went through some opaque sliding automatic doors that revealed a morgue.

"How can you sound so dead, saying things like that?" Ellen looked over at him in disbelief.

"I'm the king of people's personal Hell, ma'am. You have to be desensitized."

Dean had moved away from the talking pair to look at the body on a metal table in front of him. He felt his heart shatter. One of his worst fears had been realized at the happiest point in his life.

Bobby lay under the bright white sheet that was folded down to his shoulders. He had a black hole just slightly right of center on his forehead. Dean felt everything drain out of him. Every emotion he had before was gone. He felt very numb.

"Ellen. It's him." Ellen inhaled sharply as she grabbed onto Dean's shoulder. She began sobbing as she went up to him and stroked his cheek. Dean backed away and looked at Crowley, "Where is his stuff?" The doctor handed him a small box with a baseball cap, a silver flask, and a wallet on top of folded jeans and button up, "Ellen, can you take Sammy home? I'm sure he will need you." She turned and nodded.

"He will need his big brother, Dean."

"I will be there. I can't stay here right now. I'm losing my marbles and I need some space." He turned and took the stairs instead of waiting for the elevator. He reached the lobby again and walked up to Sam.

"It was him, wasn't it." Sam's voice cracked and he held on to Charlie and little harder.

"Yes, Sammy. I've got to get some air. I will be back to the house tonight. I promise." Sam nodded and he let go of Charlie so he could pull his big brother into a tight hug. They held onto each other for a bit before Dean pulled back and took the hat out of the box. He turned to leave then. Cas had stepped behind him when he hugged Sam so he could talk to him, but he lost his voice when he saw the very dead expression in Dean's eyes. Dean glanced at him for a second and shook his head, "Go home." He pushed past him and walked to his car.

For the first time Castiel didn't want to follow Dean. He was afraid. Cas recognized the dead look. He'd worn it for so long himself it was impossible to mistake. Gabriel put his hand on his shoulder.

"Let him have his space. He will come to you when he's ready."

"Is that what I looked like?" Cas couldn't look away from the doors Dean had exited from.

"Cas..."

"Answer me." His voice going deeper as his emotions began to take over.

"Yes." Gabriel made his little brother look at him, "You can't help someone who doesn't want help."

"I can't just leave him to wallow in his own misery. That's what my family did. Look how that worked for me." Gabe took the stab hard and swallowed a couple of times.

"I'm sorry Cas. I'm so sorry that I left you behind." Gabe moved his hands up his neck and held his face, "I'm sorry I was too afraid of our father to stand up to him when he punished you. I'm sorry I wasn't strong enough to help you." Cas looked at him for a minute and laid his forehead against his big brother's shoulder. Gabe kept one hand on the back of Cas' head.

"I won't let him be by himself. He needs me."

"We will go home for now. You can call him tomorrow." Cas agreed and he turned to Sam.

"I'm so sorry, Sam."

"Thank you Castiel. Dean just needs some space. He will come around."

"Thank you." Cas and Gabe left shortly after Dean's departure. Cas could tell this was going to be the longest night of his life.