The demons dragged me down several hallways until we reached what in a normal prison would be the warden's room. I imagined the atmosphere changed a lot and Crowley had many office-type rooms throughout hell. They opened the door and I inched my angel blade from my sleeve. I turned around and elbowed one of the two in the jaw and stabbed the second one. As soon as he was dead, I pulled out the blade from his body and stabbed the other demon. Crowley stood across the room and clapped, "Bravo, Castiel. Now, is there anything I can help you with?"

"Give me Dean Winchester to bring to heaven."

His eyes widened and his jaw dropped, "Wait, so you're saying Dean Winchester is in hell as we speak? My hell? What the bloody hell is wrong with this system?! I should have been given word of that immediately!"

I just stared at him blankly. He snapped his fingers for a demon to appear beside me. I held up my angel blade, but Crowley forcefully pushed me across the room to sit down on one of his leather chairs. He told the demon, "Bring me Dean Winchester."

The demon nodded and left the room. Crowley smiled at me, "So how did your precious boy toy die?"

I looked away from him at the fireplace on the opposite side of the room. He commented, "Ah I see. Too soon to talk about it."

The door opened and my head turned to face them. Dean and I made eye contact. I ran to him, his hands were shackled, but I still wrapped my arms around him and kissed him as his shackled hands were placed over my head and around my neck. Crowley shooed away the demon and shut the door. Dean and I pulled away from our embrace. Dean asked Crowley, "What do you want?"

Crowley smirked, "It's not what I want, it's what he wants," he gestured towards me.

Dean looked at me confused. I cleared my throat, "I came here to take you up to heaven."

Crowley cut in, "Why don't I do a favor for you? Not that I owe you any favors whatsoever, after what I've been through with you Winchester boys. I see you two love each other a lot and I do love a good love story. And since I have a lot on my plate as it is, letting Dean go to heaven wouldn't be the worst thing to do. No matter how much his soul is worth. Plus, both of the Winchesters would be dead, so now you two won't try to kill me anymore. I'll let you go, as long as you stay dead this time."

Dean whispered to me, "You can kill him, right now, right here."

I look at him. I whisper to him, "I'm doing this because I love you."

It was best for Dean to be in heaven, than be here. I walked over to Crowley and shook his hand, "You have a deal."

Crowley nodded and then snapped his fingers, "All of the angel sigils have been lifted and Dean's shackles are removed. Now you can leave and we'll never cross paths again. I'll be honest with you, I'm going to miss you three stooges."

I looked at him confused, not recognizing whatever reference he just made. I left with Dean holding my hand. We appeared in front of a building. Dean immediately bitched me out, "You could've killed him! That was your only chance!"

I didn't say anything, I just hugged him. He hesitated and then put his arms around me too. Tears began to form. I whispered, "This has been the worst day for me. Do you understand how heart broken I was? To watch you die and have to hold your bloody, lifeless body in my arms? To realize that I will never be able to be with you again? Dean, I love you. I put my grace back inside of me because I love you. I saved you from perdition and brought you up to eternal happiness because I love you."

Dean pulled away arms length, "I'm so sorry, Cas....I love you too."

I smiled a little through the tears, "Never forget me."

He looked at me confused. I let go of him, "Dean, this is where we part ways. Naomi, the current head angel, told me that if I were to put my grace back inside of me, I have to serve heaven like I was always meant to do and if I don't, she threatened to send Sam to hell. This is the last time I will ever be able to see you again."

Dean shook his head, "What kind of heaven is this if I can't spend the rest of eternity with the one I love most?"

"I have to leave, Dean," I said, trying not to cry.

He pressed his lips against mine. As my lips parted his tongue entered my mouth and slid across my tongue. A tear fell from my cheek and onto his, when I realized this would be our last kiss. It was the best kiss I have ever received. I pulled away. Dean whispered, while holding my hand, "My heart is yours."

"In exchange for mine," I returned.

I looked up at the building and whispered, "Go inside."

He turned to look at the building and then I left him standing there, alone. The last time I would ever see him, my love, my heart, my soul, my all.