A/N you wanted an epilogue, so here it is. A few problems from the first chapter have been sorted so yeah. The bit at the end is mine the rest is not.
"Dean is-is d-dead, Sam." Castiel stoically, he stood facing away from Sam as he told him the depressing news, it was hard enough to get the words out, let alone face the distress of another human being.
"I know Cas, he left me a note. I suppose you didn't stop him," Sam got up and started to cross the room to where the angel was standing hands balling up into fists, "I suppose you didn't do anything at all to stop him making that choice. He could've had a great life, a retirement even. And you didn't do anything. I suppose it was what he wanted, huh?" Sam grabbed Castiel's shoulder and pushed him around so they were face to face, clenching a hand on his trench coat, "You should have saved him! He could have lived longer and had a better life! Why? Oh why, did you let him fall?" Sam let go of the trench coat and huffed, pacing angrily.
"I did what I did because I love him and nothing you can say will make me think that I made the wrong decision. I felt physically ripped apart when he plunged into the water, don't go on saying that I didn't try to help him because I did." Castiel held a steel expression on his face as he stared down Sam.
"You did all you could? Huh? Bring him back! You did it once before do it again! Us Winchester brothers never die! I will find another way to bring him back this time! I am going to kill you if it's the last thing I do." About to turn to face Castiel he was interrupted.
"Daddy, why are you shouting? And why is the trench coat man here? Are you crying? Why are you crying?" It was Sam's son, inquisitive as always.
Sam turned to look at his son annoyed, "Get your ass up to bed young man! If I see you up after your bedtime again I will send your sorry ass to hell. Now go!" Sam shouted at his horrified son who ran up the stairs crying.
Sam turned back around to see that Castiel had gone.
Castiel stood at the newly resurrected grave of Dean Winchester. He made himself invisible so he could go to the funeral without being killed by Sam. He had taken his vow seriously. He waited for the onlookers to go before he paid his personal respects.
The angel walked up to the grave and touched the headstone. Dean had been cremated and most of his possessions burnt or have been spiritually cleansed so that he could never return in any form. The Impala was now Sam's.
Castiel closed his eyes and the grave stone glowed yellow. He had made it so the writing would never fade and the stone never crumble and all flowers laid there would never die.
It was going to be a long time before Castiel would return. He had a lot of business to sort out in heaven and earth but he hoped to return before his spell wore off.
There were three new headstones. Sam and his two children died in a fire, involving a few demons who had teamed up with a vampire. His wife had left him a few years earlier, just as he went mad with revenge.
Castiel put the same protection on their graves too, as a present and a peace offering.
The family was all put on the same plot in Bobby's back yard. The roses put there on the day of the funeral were still as fresh as ever. The scent didn't change.
Castiel walked by the graves. All of the deaths were because of him. All of them.
Sighing he touched Dean's headstone and started to cry. He sank down onto his knees and sobbed for the first time in thirty years.
"Haven't seen you in a while, Castiel."
Castiel stood back up and turned to see an old and frail Bobby standing in the door way.
"Hello Bobby. I'm sorry… this was my entire fault. I understand if you are mad at me." Castiel fiddled with his trench coat.
"It's not your fault, you respected Dean's wishes. Sam turned into his father, the family trait runs deep and his children suffered for it. Remember Dean's upbringing? That was Sam's children's upbringing. Some families never change. Now come inside. I have something to give you. I have been meaning to give it to you for a while but you never showed yourself-idjit." Bobby shuffled stiffly inside the house.
Castile popped into the living room behind Bobby.
"I am here, what is the gift you want to give me?" Castiel's voice boomed.
"Christ, boy, you almost gave me a heart attack. Now where is it…" He shifted a few papers before picking up a blue box.
"In here is Dean's father's old jacket. In his will he left it to you. Sam just didn't want to give it to you. Try it on, I'm sure it will fit."
Fumbling slightly, Castiel cast off his beloved trench coat and put on Dean's jacket. It smelled like his musk- a scent he had missed.
"Thank you." And with that Castiel popped back to heaven, but not before laying his trench coat over Dean's headstone and inscribing
The wind may blow,
Over the forest of oak,
And old trees may break,
Leaving shattered remains
But the sapling will not break,
The young sapling may bend,
And become twisted,
But it will not yield,
And it will never be,
Shattered remains.
A/N sorry for it being kind of depressing I just can't help it. The poem at the end is mine, read into it what you will. Many thanks to favourites and reviews they help a lot. I also have the kinks sorted out in the last one so that should be good now, see you soon, bye!