Supernatural Ending Rewrite: The Happy Ending

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   "I'm the one who's going, Sam. Not you, not anyone else. Me." Dean says grabbing the last ingredient.
   Sam is clearly unsure, "Dean, I just think it's a lot of stress and I should go."
   "No Sam," Dean looks Sam in the eyes, "I'm going."
   Sam couldn't say no. He knew how much it meant to Dean. How much He meant to Dean. "Okay." Sam said with a sigh.
   Sam started the mixing of ingredients. Saying the Latin words carefully as he goes. Finally, he looks up at Dean and nods.
   Dean was terrified. Not for himself though. He was scared for Cas. Would he be the same? Or would Dean go in, just to find something that isn't Cas. That's what Dean was worried about.
   He walked up to the bowl of magic stuff, the last ingredient in his hand. Him and Sam made eye contact. The type of eye contact that you make when someone is going off to war, or getting told someone never made it to the airport. This was the eye contact that is made when something bad is going to happen.
   Dean looked down at the bowl and thought about Cas. "He's so close." He thought. Dean takes a deep breath, and throws the ingredient in.
   Then it appeared. The black goo of nothingness. The swirling monster that too Him from Dean.   
   Dean wished he never had to see it again. But there it was. Only this time, instead of it coming for something. Dean's coming for it. That's a key difference.
   Dean looked over his shoulder at Sam, who watched with a scared, puppy dog look in his eyes. Dean knew Sam was scared. After their whole life together, he could tell. Sam was scared.

"Make sure you let us out okay." Dean says quietly.

   "Okay." Sam nods. Tears building up in his eyes.
   Dean looked at the black spiral of empty, and without breathing, stepped in. He felt himself being inhaled by nothingness.
   But the first thing he noticed was the sound. Well, the lack of it. It was eerily silent. There was nothing to hear, or feel, or see. His senses were going wild, trying to find anything to latch onto. But there was nothing. It really met the expectations that go with its name, Empty.
   Dean took his focus back on his mission. Cas. Dean called out his name. Of course there was no echo. Dean called out again, and again, and again. He walked around, not really knowing if he was going anywhere.
   Dean yelled, louder, and louder every time. Until he heard something. Not just something. Fabric ruffling, lots of it. He yelled out again, before hearing something else. A groan. Then another. And then, Dean heard the most beautiful sound he'd heard in a long time,

"Dean?"

   It was Cas.

   "Cas!" Dean started running. He didn't know where, but he was running. He needed him. He needed to get him back.

"Dean?!"

   Castiel's voice was louder now. Dean kept running. This was it. He was getting him back. He was getting him back now.

"Dean!"

   He saw him. Cas. He just appeared. Dean stopped, it was him. It was really him. Dean ran to Cas, who collapsed in his arms. Dean held him tight. He wasn't going to let go. Ever. Dean had Cas.
   "Dean." Cas whispered, "what-?"

"I love you Cas."

   "Dean?" Cas said again.

"Cas, I love you so much."

   "I don't-" Cas says, "How?"
   "It doesn't matter. I'm here. I've got you. I'm getting you out."
   As if on cue, a swirl of black goo built itself up next to them. Cas looked into Deans eyes. They were so green. To Castiel, they were always the greenest thing he's ever seen, greener than the garden of Eden. But now, they had seen terrible things, the color had dulled, they had the look of someone who had watched the person they loved die in front of them. Cas couldn't help but smile.

It was him. He was the one Dean loved.

   Dean supported Cas, holding him tight to his side. Dean walked with Cas through the swirling, black goo. And then the five senses rushed over them both like a tidal wave. Everything coming at once.
   The dimmed light of the bunker library, the sound of Sam and Miracle breathing, the feeling of the flood on the ground, the taste of their own mouths. All at once.
   Dean could take it. He had only been missing the senses for a hour according to the clock on the wall. But Cas, he'd been missing the senses for days. So everything, all at once, rushing over him, well that caused what is called, fainting.
   Of course, Sam rushed over, and Dean supported Cas fully now. Dean had tears of joy streaming down his face. Sam was overwhelmed because they were both back. Dean and Cas.

*****

   Dean was sitting in the infirmary next to one of the beds. In the bed was Cas. He was okay, just sleeping. Dean was worried of course. But he couldn't help but smile at the angel in a trench coat. "He's home." Dean thought, "My angel is home." Dean looked away for only a moment when  the best noise on heaven and Earth rang out.

"Hello Dean."

Okay y'all, this chapter was really long, so sorry.... but, I hope you like this ending better than the actual ending to the show. And just remember this is 1/3 endings I will be writing, so prepare for more. I'm also thinking about writing an epilogue to this story in an extra chapter. I'll probably do that tomorrow. So. Thank you for reading this. And I hope y'all enjoyed :) See you in the epilogue.