They laughed, they chatted, they spilled beer and enjoyed their time. They even talked Cas into guzzeling back a beer. They managed to transport Bobby back upstairs and into his wheelchair. They locked up the panic room again for the last time. They spent the next hour upstairs in a circle, completely unprotected from all that surrounded the house. No salt at the windows and doors. The devil's traps were broken and the exorism books were put away. This was Dean's last day on earth, again for the second time, and they figured they would screw trying to get out of it all and just seize the little time they had left.
But just anything good and wholesome in the world, they're time all together came to an end. Those who could stand, stood up, staying silent for what seemed like hours. This was the part Dean hated. This was the part everyone hated. But it had to be done. Could they just let Dean walk out the door without a proper departure?
Dean stepped back from the group. Tears summoned in his eyes already. This wasn't like hell, Dean knew his chances of ever coming home were just about non-exsistant. "Well, isn't this familiar." Dean clapped his hands together, forcing a smile. Whatw as there to smile about? Absolutely nothing, and he knew it, but the last thing he wanted was to see his sister and second father in tears.
"Dean." Melinda mouthed. Her face was already soaked. It seemed her tears could feel the ocean. She could feel them roll down her neck as Dean stepped to her. He pulled her into his chest and hushed her ."Don't cry, Mel, please it's killing me." Dean tried to chuckle. He tried to be strong, and held back his tears. Melinda's hands crashed onto his chest, clinging to his shirt for dear life.
"I don't want you to go, Dean, please don't go!" Melinda pleaded. When she knew she couldn't breathe, she stopped talking. Dean laid his hands in her hair. His tears dropped on the top of her head as he looked to the sky, cursing under his breath, hoping Heaven could see the pain they're causing him.
Dean finally pulled away from her. Melinda couldn't see Dean walk away from the blur in her eyes. She reached out, but only felt him graze by.
Dean reached down to hug Bobby. For the first time, Bobby had tears falling off his cheeks. "Kick some ass, boy." bobby whispered directly into Dean's ear. This made him smile, but only for a second.
He then stood up straight, then looked at Castiel, who had been observing from the side. Dean stood directly infront of him, memorizing the blue in his eyes. Castiel watched Dean grimly.
"Remember what I said yesterday. Don't let me down, Cas, don't let her down." Dean spoke softly. Castiel nodded, understanding Dean's every word.
"Tell me you have my word." Dean said on the brink of tears.
"You have my word." Castiel's voice boomed quietly. Dean nodded his head as a thank-you before turning away for the door. He didn't want to turn around and say 'so long', he wished he could just leave and avoid it completely. But he needed to take a mental picture of the ones he loved to remember them always.
Dean finally turned around. His eyes hard and sad.
"I'll see you guys some place else." Dean said with fake hope before he turned again for the door. His hand rested on the door knob, just as Melinda charged after him.
"No, Dean! Don't!"
Castiel went after her, holding her back tightly in his arms. He knew Dean had to go, and Melinda would be stalling him. Michael was coming right at noon, and Dean didn't want his sister to see him become possessed. Melinad squrimed for a minute or two, but eventually tired herself out, then collapsed into Castiel, crying into his chest. He held her as he watched Dean step out Bobby's house for the last time.
And then there were 3.