"She did it. She actually did it." Dean remarked, looking out to the sky.
"You never doubted her for a second, did you?" His wife spoke, taking a seat next to him on the porch swing.
"No. But we need to get her back home now. "
"She's going to be hurting Dean"
"I know. But it's not like she would have met him in that timeline, she should have landed well out of the way of us three"
"I hope so but you know the translation wasn't perfect. There's a chance…."
"I don't want to think about that, not now. Lets just concentrate on getting her back"
"I want to go back"
"Why?"
"You know why"
"The redeemer"
"Celeste. Her name is Celeste"
"You would give up your grace, become human, again, for this girl?"
"Yes"
"The gates are locked Castiel. I'm not sure that removing your grace would return you to Earth. Such a thing has never been done."
"I am aware, but I must try to return."
"There is much work to be done here Castiel"
"I know, for you. As the humans would say, I have burned my bridges here. I cannot undo what I did, and I know for most it is unforgiveable. Even if I stayed here for a millennia, there are those who will never be able to forget. Being an angel was my life, once, but now, Celeste is my life."
"If that is your wish, I will allow it. But I make no guarantees"
"I understand"
As Castiels grace was cast out from him once again, his world darkened.
He could only hope that he made it back.
"But I think he knows…That I've hardly slept…Since the night he left…His body always kept...Mine inside of it…Keep the nightmares out…Give me mouth to mouth...I can't live without ya... take me to your house…"
She had had the song on repeat, for how long she had no idea.
As she lay there, thoughts of him flooded her mind. No matter how she tried to keep them out they always came back. A painful reminder of what she'd given up.
The world was back to its rightful state, people went about their lives not even knowing what she'd done. They would never know that thanks to her, they would never again be possessed, or worse, see someone they care about possessed. Thanks to her they would never see scorched angel wings, or have their idealistic notions of angels destroyed when they saw one ripping somebody's throat out. But she knew, though it did little to comfort her. She tried to get on with things, but it was proving harder than she'd imagined. Sam and Dean were concentrating on locating a spell to send her back, but she was starting to accept that she might never get back. She could only hope that future Dean, her dad, would know how to reverse whatever he had done to get her here.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a sudden flash of light in the sky.
She jumped off of her bed and raced toward the window.
She didn't dare to hope.
"Cas" she whispered.
