hey everyone!srry this has take me so long- graduation was a bitch and school sucks :P. But now that it's over, I'm back in buisness! Sadly, my computer went splat so I'm working off my nook rn (showshow dedicated I am!) But I promise I'll find a solution soon cause this will take too long to write on my crappy nook :P

Thanks so much to wolfenergy17, snn7b, and squidtastik. You're comments made me beam, smile, and feel bad for taking so damn long with updating! Keep being awesome! I love you guys!

WARNING: horrifyingly short chapter :P

"Dean Winchester." The monotone voice yanked Dean rudely from the bliss of oblivion. Memories of the past few hours hit him like a tidal wave. He snapped awake, lurching upright and smacking heads with the angel that had been hovering over him.

"Jesus Christ!" Dean moaned, clutching his throbbing noggin. It felt like he'd been hit by a truck.

"Enough with the blasphemes- we have work to do." The angel demanded, extending a hand for the fallen Winchester. With a grim look, Dean took it. Whether he liked it or not, Castiel was apart of Katherine's life. Katherine. Dean's stomach dropped and it took all the strength in his body to keep from throwing up. His poor, beautiful twin was nothing more than a hollow shell.

"You alright, Dean?" Sam's face swam into view.

All Dean did was grunt in reply, one hand still massaging his head. That angel's head was harder than stone.

"What are we gonna do?" His voice sounded so small, so young. Years were shaved away and Sam was back to being a frightened eight-year-old who was terrified of the dark. But there was no Kat to hold him in her arms and rock him to sleep, softly singing 'Hey Jude' by the Beatles. Years later Dean told him that's what Mom used to sing to both of them when they wend to bed.

"I'm afraid there's nothing we can do, Sam." John's defeated voice got Dean's full attention. His old man was slumped sadly in an armchair, dark bags rimming his tired eyes. He'd only just gotten his Katty back, only to have her taken from him again. It was killing him.

"What do you mean Dad? Of course we can save her. There's gotta be a way." Dean insisted, marching over to wear his beaten father slouched. They were back in the hotel room.

"I'm sorry, Dean. While you were out, Castiel and I hit the books. Hell, we even called Bobby for backup. The spell is irreversible. We've lost her." His last words tapered off into a choked sob.

Sam sucked in a quick breath as he ran shaking fingers through his hair. His caretaker, his rock, his best friend was gone. It seemed impossible.

"No." Dean insisted stubbornly. He would see his twin again. He'd make her smile, he'd see her happily married some day, he'd hold his nephew in his arms as she laughed at how stupid he looked, dammit- he'd grow old beside her. There wasn't any other option. "There has to be some way to bring her back. She can't be gone." His father- his hero -wouldn't look him in the eye. Dean shook his head in denial.

"The only way we can save her..." John trailed off, too overwhelmed with emotion to continue. Fate had been too cruel with the old Hunter; he'd lost his Katty, then he'd gotten her back briefly, only to lose her again. There wasn't much more he could take.

Cas' face was contorted with grief as he finished the oldest Winchester's sentence. "Is to put a bullet through her heart."

see? Told you it was short. It really was just some filler for thebig finale coming up- I'll probs just add it to a bigger chapter when I'm finished w/ this little gem (gives me chills just thinking about it!) Ifeel like a crappy person for not interacting with my readers so imma gonna ask y'all a question which you can answer and then feel free to reply with one. It'll be fun- I promise!

First question: fav disney movie (and why)