Alive and breathing. Every feature restored. Once a pile of rot and decay, now a born-again-living-soul. Eyes, skin, face, body all intact and brand new. The Winchester boys stared at the amazing ressurection. Dean peered into the fresh eyes of the man they brought back, and remembered the time when he was brought back. He remembered his first breath and how statisfying it felt.
As Dean reflected, he smirked at the soul in the coffin, then looked at Sam. "I knew it would work." He said with pride. He wanted to pat himself on the back---this was a God-given mircale. Sam's face was lost. He stared down at the man, unsure of what to do or say.
"Cas? C'mon, tell me that's you." Dean asked. Castiel blinked, then sat up in the coffin. He looked around, then up at the Winchester's. He slowly nodded his head, then continued to get up. Sam laughed absently. "Dean... it worked!" A large smile came to Sam's face as the brothers reachde down and pulled Castiel from the grave. He crawled out of the hole and stood up, looking deep into the brother's eyes.
"Thank you for that." He spoke with slight cheer. His eyes were crystal blue and happy to be free and stationed on earth. Dean smiled even wider, placing a hand on Castiel's shoulder. "You look different without that trench coat. You look like a regular dude." Castiel looked at him with a half-grin. "Hello, boys. You're efforts are much appericated." Castiel finally greeted them. "Ahhhhh." Dean grumbled happily, grabbing on to Cas's hand and holding it a firm shake. Dean let go, then Sam took his place, staring at Castiel, still in disbelief, but with a smile.
Just then, Castiel took a glance passed the boys. He looked behind Sam and Dean, and his eyes fell on Melinda. The world seemed to freeze and no one spoke. Dean and Sam glanced at each other, smiled, then simply cleared a path for the angel to walk by. Castiel caught eye contact with a baffled Melinda, then gravitated to her. Melinda stared straight at him with complete disbelief. No way it could have been him, he'd been rotting for a year, and now his vessel completely restored? Not only that, but Castiel was actually alive?
As he came closer, Melinda felt herself slowly back away. She was scared, petrifed. The idea of ressurection scared her, because usually when something comes back it's not always completely intact. But Melinda looked passed that and continued to gaze at the angel who was just paces infront of her. Cas finally stopped, never dropping eye contact. A small, innocent smile stuck on his face as he lost himself in Melinda's green eyes. He noticed her hair was longer, and her face had aged from little girl to a young lady.
"I've seen waves break on shores at midnight. I've seen snow fall in Heaven, but believe me when I say, you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
Melinda stared at Castiel. This was all too good to be true. She held back the firey desire to run and kiss his lips, that hadn't been kissed for a year. Instead, she fought the urge and clutched her fists to her sides then walked to him. She took a good hard look at Castiel, studying every feature he owned. He looked the same as he did the night he died, minues the blood and rain. Melinda raised a clutched hand to his face, touching him lightley. Jimmy was dead. It was all Castiel inside the body. Melinda took a moment just to stare at him.
"It's really you, isn't it?" Melinda whispered, desperately looking up at him. This could have very well been a trap. Something evil could have killed her by now, but Melinda didn't care. Besides, she assumed the 'OK' from her brothers. Castiel put his hands on her shoulders, holding her before him. His silence and the look in his eyes told her yes---yes it was really him, now and forever. Instantly, she threw herself into him, hugging him like she hadn't seen in in years, even though this was only half the truth.
Melinda's heart downloaded his face once more. She felt like she had fallen in love again. Happiness didn't come close. This thing, this angel she loved had come back to her. Nothing could describe the moment, and nothing compared to a reunion like this. She hadn't felt this was since Dean came back. Melinda gripped his waist tight, convincing herself it was all real and not a dream.
Just then, Dean and Sam had come over, smiling genuinely. They looked at one another before directing their eyes to the newly reunited couple. Melinda held Castiel, but turned her head to her brothers. She had forgotten all about her anger for them, and just flashed them her biggest smile. The four of them all shared a happy moment, before Dean hauled the shovel over his back.
"Why don't we find ourselves a motel, and hide from some evil sons of bitches?" He said with such optimism.
Everyone agreed, then began the trek to the impala, Dean and Sam leading the way. Castiel and Melinda followed closely behind, linked arm and arm. Melinda's grip on him was tight, because now he's home, the last thing she wanted is him to be taken away again. The sun had finally risen, lighting up a beautiful day. Nothing could happen now, not when you feel on top of the world.