Major premise: If I owned Supernatural™, I would not write fanfictions, but actual TV scripts.

Minor premise: This fanfiction and the relatively good quality of Supernatural™ TV scripts.

Conclusion: I must not own Supernatural™.

AN: Change of plans! I knew not how to tie a bow on this puppy so I have a new idea.

DW/C[AOTL]

Don't you dare look out your window darling

Everything's on fire

The war outside our door keeps raging on

Hold on to this lullaby

Even when the music's gone

Gone

~The Civil Wars feat. Taylor Swift; Safe & Sound

Dean opened his eyes the next morning warily. Waking up means little when you wake up to a dirty motel room with the curtains closed, door locked, and news inaccessible. No cases, no nothing. No life.

Castiel is sitting in the corner, looking at Dean guiltily. Dean ignores this, Cas always feels guilty.

"I have an idea to save your brother and the world," Cas begins. Dean stares.

DW/C[AOTL]

Dean watched Michael and Lucifer duke it out. He watched Cas and Bobby die.

He then watched Cas come back mysteriously, bringing back Bobby and even Sam.

Dean weeps for his family, for his sins, for almost letting go. In the back of his head he can sense something amiss. He can since an odd guilt still present in Cas' eyes. He pushes it aside, either he wouldn't understand or he wouldn't want to. He lets himself be at peace. Team Free Will has won.

DW/C[AOTL]

Cas pulls the curtains open one last time to see the diseased peoples, the fires burning. He sees dead angels, dead demons, blood and flames. With one last glimpse at the dying world, he transports himself to Dean, where they can grow old together in a matter of minutes. In a matter of the last few minutes they have.