Warnings: Blasphemies.

A/N: I can't tell you how much I love writing this fic. It's been quite a pain, a few chapters I mourn over, but I love it just the same. You guys are awesome for still reading my little mess.

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Castiel kneeled before him, despite obvious fear and disgust on his face. Obi-Wan paid little attention to him, choosing to look over the landscape that was once known as South America.

It was now nothing more than an ash wasteland. When the fires had finally ceased, the grounds and water were too polluted for anything to take root. It would be another thousand, maybe million year before plant life could be sustained on this land again.

Most of North America was gone. Most of the sights Castiel came to know and love was rubble at his feet. England fell back into the sea, Russia was experiencing a nuclear winter and Australia was barely hanging on by a thread. Only a few scant areas on Earth were capable of holding human life though Obi-Wan himself only knew for how long.

"Michael," Castiel demanded, still on his knees. "Why have you summoned me?"

It must be painful for him, Obi-Wan mused, to see his friend stand before him. Dean Winchester's soul was hidden deep inside of Obi-Wan and no matter how much prodding Castiel did, he would never feel it.

"How many humans are still alive?"

"A couple million."

Obi-Wan nearly laughed. A year ago Castiel would've given him an exact number. Now it was 'a couple million.' How very human. "You've been protecting them."

"What else can I do?" he hissed, daring a glance up.

Frankly, Obi-Wan couldn't care less what he did. But he was surprised Castiel managed to save so many humans from the Fight. Too bad the Earth could not sustain them any longer.

"The Fight is over," Obi-Wan stated. "I won."

"You have not," Castiel said defiantly. Does he not care Obi-Wan could smite him for his insolence? "Lucifer still lives."

"Only because he is eternal," Obi-Wan sighed. "I cannot kill my brother. He is too stubborn to die."

Castiel frowned. "If he is still alive, then why has the fighting stopped?"

"Because Lucifer is gone. I've sent his atoms and Grace to every corner of the universe. Only God Himself could ever find all of him."

"And Sam Winchester?"

Obi-Wan stared down at Castiel. He was such a strange little angel. Willing to become friends with an abomination. He had done so much and Obi-Wan wondered how far he was going to take that devotion. "The vessel is with him."

Castiel bowed his head and mourned.

Obi-Wan ignored him. "I cannot make this land into a paradise. It's been too damaged during the Fight." He then turned to leave. "Do what you want."

There was horror in Castiel's voice. "What do you mean?" He demanded from behind. "Where are you going?"

"I'm tired," was all Obi-Wan offered to him. "I think I want to sleep."

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"I filched this for you," Sam held out a lightsaber. Not Qui-Gon's, though judging from the simplicity of the design, it was a training saber.

Qui-Gon took the saber, and a moment later it was on and held against Sam's throat. "Whoa, what, hey!"

"I do not know if this is a trick," Qui-Gon said low in a dangerous voice. "But know this: if I feel for a second you are untrustworthy, I will kill you."

Sam took a step back. "Understood… ah, sir."

Qui-Gon turned off the saber. "Council Member Master Krin has the Colt. It is likely he is in his chambers."

As Sam turned towards Krin's location, Qui-Gon grabbed him by the arm. "We will not engage him."

"Not engage-? We need that gun!"

"As highly as you think of my skills, I am not invincible. Krin has personal guards and he himself is a master swordsman. Your blaster and my saber are not enough." Qui-Gon pulled Sam by the arm, leading him swiftly through the Temple. Sam was clearly torn by this and kept shooting pained looks behind him.

Qui-Gon decided to change the subject. "How are you alive? I was under the impression you were scattered across the universe."

Sam snorted. "Hey, you and me both. I've been wandering around this universe for the past four years-"

Qui-Gon's head snapped towards him. "Four years? Why is that you've only waited until now to act?"

Sam's reply was snarky. "As highly as you think of my skills, I am not omnipotent. It took me some time to find the information I needed."

Qui-Gon then stopped him, placed a hand on his chest. "Then do you know of Obi-Wan? Of Dean?"

Sam's Force signature was not as guarded as Obi-Wan's. It swirled and echoed rather freely and Qui-Gon didn't need to look at Sam's face to know what he was feeling.

Sam looked stricken and when he spoke, his voice nearly cracked. "Dean's alive?"