Author's Note: If this chapter doesn't give you all the possible feels, then you better get ready to go see Crowley, because you have no soul. I hope this chapter makes it all worth it for you guys. It was that way for me.

Corgimom: thanks for the review! I hope you love this chapter too!

Dean stared at Azrael's body as his Uncle extinguished the holy fire with a snap of his fingers. He was finally dead. All the running, fear, and uncertainty were gone with him. He stood there for a minute, unsure of what to do next. Luckily, Gabriel took care of that for him.

"Can you take care of the body?" He asked Bobby and Sam. They nodded, while Ellen and Jo started helping to scrub the Angel sigil off of the walls. Dean tugged on his Uncle's shirt sleeve. Gabriel looked at him, and Dean put a hand to his cheek, showing him an image of Castiel. He wanted to see his Daddy now.

"I'll take you to see him. Just give me a minute, okay?" Gabriel promised.

Dean frowned, but nodded.

Gabriel went out to the living room where Castiel lay still on the couch. His eyes were still open, and his clothes were stained red with blood. He tried several times to revive him, but nothing happened. Normally he would have been fixed instantly, but Azrael seemed to have made this death unable to be affected by his grace. Bearing that in mind, Gabriel did what little he could to make his brother presentable and cleaned his clothes with his grace, and shut his eyes. He decided that was all he could do and went to get Dean.

Dean was waiting expectantly for him, just as Ellen and Jo finished cleaning the wall. The two of them watched as Gabriel picked up Dean and carried him out to the living room. Unable to help their curiosity, they followed.

Gabriel carried him out to the living room and felt his heart break as Dean looked at his Daddy. The look on his face was so innocent and confused it made Gabriel feel like his stomach was trying to wring itself out inside of him. Gabriel set him down, and he stumbled over to the couch. He knelt by the side of the couch and shook Castiel's shoulder gently. When it didn't rouse him, Dean started whimpering. All three of the spectators were quiet and motionless as Dean kept trying to wake him up. All of them felt empathy for the child. When Dean finally realized why his Daddy wasn't waking up, he stopped moving and was perfectly silent. In the quiet of the house, they heard his breathing start to hitch and watched his bottom lip begin to tremble. Fat tears began rolling down his cheeks.

The barrage of emotions finally caught up with him and vented themselves in one cheated, heartbroken howl. He flung himself over his father's body and clutched him to his chest as he sobbed hysterically. Bobby and Sam came in just in time to see it. Sam automatically started walking toward his brother, but Gabriel held out an arm to stop him. He looked over to his son and shook his head no. Sam nodded, and Gabriel put his arm down, only to have Sam grab his hand and squeeze it tight. He couldn't imagine being in Dean's situation, and it made him appreciate what he had so much more.

The lights flickered in the house (albeit unnoticeably because it was still daylight out) and suddenly Mary Winchester appeared. Bobby, Ellen, and Jo all looked stunned, but Sam and Gabriel were unsurprised. Mary knelt down beside him and reached out to stroke his cheek. Dean jerked away as if he'd been tasered, but once he saw who it was, he threw himself into her waiting arms.

"Momma..." He sobbed. She hushed him quietly.

"I know baby, I know..."

She could tell that he was wet, so she carried him to the nursery to get him changed, despite his screeching at being taken away from his Daddy. That gave Gabriel a minute with his brother. He walked over to him, standing over his little brother. A score of memories flashed before him, and he smiled bitterly.

"You did good, Cassie. You raised a good kid. I'm proud of you. I just wish you were here to hear me say it." He murmured in enochian.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

Sam went to answer it and was surprised by who it was.

"Chuck? What are you doing here? How the heck did you find us?"

"I write every moment of your lives, Sam. I know about all of this."

"So then you know that Cas-"

"Is dead? Yes, I do. And I think I can help with that."

Surprised, Sam let him in.

Chuck went over to where Gabriel and Castiel were. Gabriel looked over at Chuck and his face grew confused. He couldn't peg what was so familiar about him.

"This is Chuck. He's a prophet of the lord." Said Sam

Gabriel didn't believe him. There was something too familiar about him to be just a prophet.

"Hello Gabriel." Said Chuck.

The second he said it, Gabriel recognized him. He stared at him as if he'd grown a second head, and whispered in enochian, "Dad?"

Chuck nodded. Gabriel just stared at him in awe.

"You asked for my help. So I came here to give it to you."

Gabriel stepped away, and Chuck stepped toward Castiel. He knelt down beside him and whispered into his ear.

"Castiel. Awaken."

A moment later, a pair of blue eyes snapped open. Castiel sat up and looked at his brother.

"Dean..."

"He's safe. Azrael's dead. It's all over now."

"Where is he?"

"Nursery."

Castiel leapt off the couch and ran to the nursery to see Dean sobbing in his mother's lap. He stepped forward.

"Dean."

At the sound of his name, Dean's head snapped up and he stared incredulously at his Daddy. As soon as he realized who it was, he jumped to his feet and started running to him. Castiel opened his arms and closed the distance between them as he pulled his son into his arms. Suddenly he could breathe again.

"Daddy." Dean said, whimpering. "Daddy..."

"I'm here, buddy. I'm not going anywhere. I promise."

Author's Note: -sniff sniff- isn't it beautiful? Please review!