Let me help you out of darkness

Chapter 1

Sam was gone for three hours and he was worried sick. He got in the Impala and went all around town asking if anyone had seen him. It was the middle of winter where the hell could that kid go? Dean wasn't prepared to see Sammy like that. Body almost frozen solid, lips so blue they looked like the ocean decided to make a home within them. He rushed to his baby brother and held him in his arms. "No, Sammy. Come on man, get up. Bitch bitch bitch. FUCK. You're supposed to say jerk, Sam. Say jerk Sammy."

That was six months ago and Dean could still feel the ache in his heart. Bobby wanted to have him cremated, a hunter's farewell, but Dean wouldn't have it. Sam needed his body if he was ever coming back. When he comes back. Dean took Sam's lifeless body and headed to Lawrence. Sam deserved a good place to rest, if only for a little while. He buried him next to Mary's grave and he cried. For his Sammy, for his parents, for Cas and his heavenly battles. He cried till he could no more and then he got in his Baby and drove to his childhood home.

He wasn't surprised to find a For Sale sign in the middle of the yard. After what happened when he and Sam came here for a case, he wouldn't be shocked to hear that the woman moved states not just homes. Dean immediately bought it. He had to be close to his Sammy, he had to. But tonight, he'd sleep in the Impala. He climbed into the backseat and tried to sleep. It didn't really work. If it took him 6 months to bury his baby brother, how long would it take for him to move on, to let go?

Morning came far too soon and with that he heard a knock at the Impala. It was Castiel. His best friend, his angel. Dean put on his shoes and opened the door of his car and beckoned Cas towards him.

"Come here man, you're letting all the cold air in." Dean said. Cas reluctantly followed Dean into the backseat and took of his trenchcoat.

"Dean I'm so sor-"

"How's heaven? Anything new up there?" Dean stammered. It was obvious he didn't want to talk about it and if there was one thing Castiel knew how to do it was to fulfil Dean's wishes.

"All is well Dean. With Lucifer and Michael in the Cage, Raphael claimed he should be the new god. But I have my own followers, they are stronger than Raphael's soldiers and more equipped for a fight. He gave up his so called right to the throne and fled."

"That's good Cas, real good. So does that mean you're Mr. high and mighty now?" Dean smirked. There was some part of Dean that Castiel could never put a finger on. He lost everyone he cared for and yet Dean always had a spark to him. Always. But then again, he was the righteous man. The one that averted the apocalypse at the life of his beloved brother. Every angel on heaven and earth knew that Dean Winchester was someone special.

"Cas, it's kinda rude to stare."

"I am-m sorry Dean. I just have a lot on my mind right now." Castiel was blushing hard, Dean wasn't sure why. Angels don't feel cold do they? One way to find out. Slowly, Dean lifted his hand and placed it on the side of Cas's cheek. It felt normal but now Cas was blushing harder than ever. What the hell?

"Dean I should go. I simply came to see how you are doing and to wonder if you need my assistance with anything." Castiel was speaking too fast, he knew that. He had to leave now, though. He was feeling things that angels don't feel. Or at least he thinks they don't.

"Yeah sure man. I'm alright here, bought our old house, might move back in tonight or right now. I'll see you around Cas?"

"Yes Dean, see you soon."

He felt rather than heard the flutter of wings against his hand, the one he placed on Cas earlier. Why did Cas leave so soon if heaven was supposedly okay? Nothing made sense right now and Dean needed a drink. He climbed to the front and headed to the closest bar.