A/N: I know I can't top the season final episode, but I hope you still like reading my idea of what could have happened. Thanks to all who have read and review. And all who had just read. I'm learning to look at both and I have passed 10,000 reader. WOW! Though reviewers do make me feel the love to my story, the reader do help. I hope you enjoy this next chapter. D

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The black Impala flew through the main entrance of Singer Salvage Yard. Stopping next to Bobby's new means of transportation, the modified van; the brothers exit their black beauty. Both let their eyes sweep across their surroundings. Always the watchful hunters they were trained to be. After a quick glance between them, they walked over toward the house.

Sam moved his thought to their conversation in the car on their route here. "What's going on?" He asked Dean.

"I ain't ever heard Bobby so mad." Dean started to say. "Well, not unless he's yelling at us." Sam looked questionable at his big brother. "He said, and I quote: 'If you don't get back here now, I will kill that fly boy.' end quote."

Sam thought for a moment. "What did Castiel do?" Sam was now trying to understand what was going on.

"Hell, I don't know." His voice going up an octave. "All I know is we have to get back before Bobby kills him." Dean floored the petal of his baby.

Sam stopped behind his brother at the door when his thoughts returned to the present. Dean reached the door first. Slowly turning the knob, the brothers walked into the house of their friend. "Bobby?" Dean called out as the brothers started moving into the house. Their eyes sweeping around the room. "Bobby?" Dean repeated.

"It's about time." Grumbled Bobby. He was walking toward the living room with a shotgun laying across his lap. "What took you two idgits so long?"

The brothers passed a glance between them. "We got here as fast as we could." Dean answered.

"Bobby, what's going on?" Sam asked as he eyed the shotgun in the older hunter's lap.

Bobby's face was priceless. It was a mix of anger and fear. "What's going on? You ask what's going on?" Sam found himself taking a step back as he watched the anger in Bobby's voice grow. "I'll tell you what's going on." Bobby picked up the gun and waved it around the room. "Look at what that fly boy did. LOOK!"

It was then the brothers noticed the room. The last time they saw Bobby's house this clean was when they dream walked in Bobby's dream. Books were in their place on the shelves. The walls were cleaned. You could even see through the window. No dust was present anywhere. The house even had a fresh clean smell to it.

Dean couldn't help himself. "Been doing some spring clean, Bobby?"

"I should shoot you where you're standing, you idget." Bobby angrily said as he repositioned the shotgun in his hand. Dean's eyes watched the gun moving around. "NO! I didn't do this. That, that, that fly boy did. I can't find anything now." The older hunter wheeled around. "He's moved everything on me." What was said next, neither Sam nor Dean could hear. Bobby mumbled as he wheeled around the room. When he stopped. He turned back to the brothers. "I WANT HIM OUT!"

It was then Dean stepped forward. "Take it easy, Bobby." He knew he couldn't calm his friend down. "Where is Cas?"

"I ran him outside. My luck he's cleaning up my JUNK YARD!" Bobby yelled.

Dean quickly turned to Sam. "Why don't you stay here and try to calm Oscar down."

"Calm him down?" Sam fearfully said.

Dean rolled his eyes at him. "Yeah. Calm him down. I'll go find Felix." Dean looked over his shoulder to Bobby who seemed to be in conversation with himself as he was trying to find a book. "Just try to get the shotgun away from him." With that, Dean turned and went for the door.

Sam watched his brother leave. Taking a deep breathe, he moved closer to Bobby. Bobby swung around. Anger in his eyes. Sam could only smile. 'Calm him down. Yeah, right.' He thought to himself.

Dean walked outside. He didn't know which way to start looking, but gut instinct told him to head toward the garage. The same place where he once repaired his baby. "Cas?" He called out. Once he rounded the side of the out building, Dean was about to call out again, but stopped himself. He found his quest.

Cas was sitting on a bench seat that was setting outside of its vehicle of choice. Staring at the ground, but sensing Dean's presence; Cas sighed deeply. His eyes never lifting from the ground.

Dean slowly walked over to his friend. Though he was only gone for a few days, Castiel's face wore many years of pain. Dean set down next to his friend. Staring in the same direction as the fallen angel, Dean finally spoke. "You ok?"

Cas closed his eyes. 'No, I'm not ok.' He thought. "I can't do anything right. I'm useless in this form." He finally said.

"You're not useless, Cas. You just have to learn how to do things differently." Dean tried to reassure his friend. The silence returned between them.

Sam walked over to a chair by Bobby and set down. It was then he saw something on the older hunter's face. It was not longer anger or fear, but pain. "Bobby?"

"She used to do it." Bobby started to spoke. His eyes began to water up. "The same thing. Books in order. Windows clean. She always liked the windows clean. She liked looking outside through clean windows." Bobby rambled on.

Sam tried to look deeper into Bobby's face for clues. "Whom are you talking about?"

It was then Bobby looked up with tears running down his face to face Sam. "My wife. He even put the books in the same order she would have them in. Alphabetically by title."

Now it dawned on Sam what was going on. "You're not mad at Cas. Are you?" Bobby looks down again. "You only mad cause he reminded you of your wife."

"Now you make me sound crazy." Bobby jokingly said.

"Aren't we all?" Sam said. He eyed the shotgun. "You don't mean to use that on him?"

Bobby looked down at the gun. A small smile touched his lips. "It ain't loaded." He lifted it up, handing it to Sam. "I only wanted to scare him." The hurt returned to his face.

Sam took the gun and as he broke the gun down, he found Bobby was telling the truth. "Why scare Cas?" Returning his attention to his friend.

"I don't know." Bobby wheeled over to the desk. "Maybe I was trying to..." He couldn't finish the sentence. He wanted to say he was trying to forget, but he couldn't say anything.

Sam didn't have to hear the rest of the sentence. In his heart he knew what Bobby was going through. His own thought would return painfully to Jess and Madison on time. He knew that was what Bobby was trying to forget. Sam looked up to Bobby after hearing a soft laugh coming from the older hunter.

"Huh." A smile appeared on his face. "I really scared him, didn't I?" He was now looking at Sam.

"You think?" Sam returned his smile.

How long the two friends set on that old car bench? It was anybody's guess. It was Dean who finally spoke up. "You can't expect to be human in a few days, Cas."

It was than Cas finally looked up at Dean. "I've been human longer than you can imagine." Remembering the many vessels he possessed over time.

"No, Dude. You've been in human form, but not human." Dean smiled. "But I'm back and I'm going to teach you what you need to know." Dean starts to stand. "First, I need a beer."

What happened next was so quick that if one blinked, they would have missed. Well, a normal human would have, but not Castiel. There was nothing normal about him. His centuries of training at a warrior of God kicked in. Still seated, he reached up to grasped Dean's arm and pulled him toward him. Dean's face went to shock to blank in a split second. Cas continued to pull Dean toward him till the both of them where laying on the ground.

It was then the sound of a rifle recoil could be heard. Cas looked down at his unconscious friend. Pulling Dean even closer, Cas could see the blood pouring from the deep gash on the side of Dean's head.

TBC

A/N: This will be the last story arch to this story. I don't know how long it will be, but I do have to finish it. I'm one of the ones that don't like an never ending story. Please stay with me till the end. Thanks for reading and I hope you review. D