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So Jimmy's gone liquid, Cas is MIA, and Dean is tromping off to another set of big bads without breaking a sweat.

Yeah, RIGHT.

Whether you think Show has abandoned us or whether you think we still have hope in the sky like Misha's double rainbow, how's about some ideas for what might happen next? How does Cas return? Or, even if he doesn't, how does Dean finally grieve? Fics that move Bobby into a new high-tech crime lab would also be much appreciated.

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Castiel's Grace is in Jimmy's trenchcoat.

Just... fix it. Please.

Castiel's Grace was scattered to the cosmos but he left a piece of it in Dean's soul. He uses that to draw the bits of him back together.

About the same time as the Leviathan's start spreading around their icky goo in the water supply, another familiar character crawls up onto the shore gasping for air. But when the WInchesters finally get a hold of him, they realize Cas still isn't in charge anymore.

Jimmy's back.

Death comes back with Cas in hand and bitchslaps Dean for losing his angel again?

"You know," an icy, all-too-familiar drawl came from behind Dean, "this is getting beyond tiring, Winchester."

Dean spun around. "What are you doing here?" he yelped. Well, not so much yelped as asked in a mnaly fashion. Whatever.

If Death wasn't a creature as old as Time itself, and thus far above all things petty, Dean would have sworn he was given the 'bitch, please' look from the creature. "I received this," Death said and held out his hand, palm curled around something small and bright. "I was led to believe it belongs to you."

Dean sneaked closer, curious about the shiny thing but still wary after his last brief meeting with Death. "You do realize that none of us tried to bind you, right?" he asked, just to be sure.

Death didn't dignify that with an answer, which was answer good enough for Dean.

"What is it?"

"I'll tell you what it's not," Death said calmly, in that I-am-not-amused-by-you-petty-humans way of his. "It's not God."

"Cas?" Dean whispered, half expecting the glowing thing to answer 'yes, Dean' in a rough, gravelly voice. He refused to be disappointed when it didn't.

"What is left of him, if nothing else," Death nodded, head cocked.

"What am I supposed to do with him?" Dean asked, wanting to stretch his arm out and touch the glowing something but not quite daring to.

"Do you remember what I told you the last time we met, Dean?" Death asked in that too-calm tone of his, the one that meant that he was getting bored and irritated by this whole situation.

"Um," Dean said. " 'Try to bind me again and I'll kill you'?"

"Right before that," Death said tightly.

Dean frowned, before it hit him. " 'You figure it out'?"

"Bingo," Death said and slammed his palm against Dean's chest.

Dean felt something latch onto him, branding his soul and hurting, before it settled somewhere around his right shoulder and everything went brilliantly white for a second.

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"Bobby?" Dean coughed, and the older hunter looked up at him. "What do you know about, um, Grace-transfusions?"

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Awesome!

Thank you^^

Fix-it Death. ^_^ LOVE IT.

Thank you! :D

THIS!!!!! <3

8DDDD

*squees & flails*

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*sad face* No more Cas/Dean fic! @_@ WAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

D8

DON'T CRY, BB

*HOLDS*

*clings*
Awesome fic btw. :)

*brightens*
If Dean is now Cas's vessel, he can cure himself and Sam, resurrect Bobby (if needed) and call upon the angelic legions to kick Leviathan butt! \o/

*headtilt*
Would masturbation count as Cas/Dean? :P

The *scar* saves the day? (yeah, I'm desperate)

Sam's Lucifer hallucinations are the result of a brain tumor. After it's removed, the last thing he remembers is deciding to say yes to Lucifer. Dean refuses to tell Sam what really happened and he and Sam have some quality brotherly bonding time while they're laid up.

I feel that it needs specifying whether brotherly bonding time is here code for 'sex'. :P

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I'm not opposed to it. ;)

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Awww, Coatstiel;____;

Dean gets upset and yells at God, this time God responds. When the boys wake up as teenagers at a boarding school they don't know what to do. But then they meet the other students. Michael, Lucifer, Raphael, Gabriel, Anna, Uriel, Castiel, Rachel and Balthazar. With others that they know as students and staff. (Like: Bobby, Ellen, Jo, Rufus, Adam, John, Mary, ect..) Some of them remember more than others. (Gabriel remembers the most)

The only way to defeat Leviathans is for all of them to work together. But everyone has issues to work through before God will let them graduate.

A small spark of Lucifer's grace that attached itself to Sam's soul and rode him out of the cage. Lucifer may be in Hell, but he's causing the hallucinations -- and he's not about to let the Leviathans interfere with the fun he's having torturing Sam.

When they cut away dean's pants to tend his leg, the Amulet falls out of his pocket. It feels a whole lot warmer than it used to.

Dean has no idea how the Amulet got there.

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