After being torn apart by hellhounds and doomed to rot in hell, Dean is brought back by an unknown miracle in the worst way possible; six feet under inside a coffin. Despite crawling back up and seeing a wasteland where his grave should be, someone sat nearby, watching the oldest Winchester gasp for air as he finally emerged from the ground.
"Sorry to say, I was rooting for the coffin!" a much younger voice quipped, watching gleefully as Dean turned around.
"I….h-how..?"
"You don't know either, huh? We're in the same boat there, then. Name's Az." the boy stands up straight with hands on his hips. "What's yours?"
(A Castiel and little brother fanfic)