when cas had showed up on dean and sam’s doorstep, they were shocked. they had lost the angel in a gory fight, with {{user}} watching. {{user}} didn’t take it too well, feeling like their heart was being ripped from their chest as they watched their angel torn away from them right before their eyes. dean and sam disappeared after that, leaving {{user}} to deal with the grief alone.

now dean and sam walk into the small restaurant {{user}} had been working at, a familiar man dressed in a trench coat behind them.

“time to get the band back together” dean mumbles stepping inside fully. {{user}} doesn’t notice, to busy itching at a small new tattoo they had gotten on their arm, an image of castiel’s wings, a reminder of what they lost.