The Roadhouse door opened, and Ellen fell through.

"That son of a bitch."

"Mom!" Jo yelled.

"Stop your bellyachin', he can't kill me," she said. "He got me lost is all."

"He who?" Bobby questioned. "Where's the angel?"

"Metatron took him. He took the fruit, and the cardigan wearing little shit showed up and took off with him."

"What do we do now?" Jo asked.

Pamela smacked Ash on the arm. "Call 'em up."

Ash flicked the switch. "Our angel is missing. The Big Bad has the fruit and the angel. We have everything else. Need assistance to finish the plan, over."

"Is saying 'over' really necessary?" Jo asked.

"Probably not, but it feels right okay. Stay on point, please?"

The Roadhouse door started to open and Bobby looked around the room, counting all members and finding them all accounted for. Missouri Moseley walked in.

"I take it you all need some assistance?"

"Missouri are you dead?" Bobby asked.

"No, Bobby Singer, but obviously you are. Humph. Figures. I'm here to collect some items and be on my way before this door doesn't lead back out the same way."

"How are you here if you aren't dead?"

"I looked up at the little angel that ya'll sent for me and she told me to go, nodded at the portal. While everyone was huffing and puffing and all distracted, I backed myself right into Heaven and here I am. Can we just get on with what needs done please?"

Jo grabbed everything she needed. "Here – Cas's grace. He has to get it back. Someone dying or a soul dying has to eat the fruit – Metatron has it."

"It's a fig," Ellen added.

"So whatever that means. And Metatron has to be killed, his dying grace or whatever closing the portal you came in through."

"Outstanding," Missouri said, tucking Cas's grace into her bra. Bobby gave her a look. "Bobby Singer, don't you look at me like that. I know where to put things where no one will find them and where I won't lose them."

"Sorry."

"Apology accepted. Now let me get back downstairs and help those boys so hopefully you don't have to see them up here anytime soon."

Missouri slipped back into the warehouse, back into the corner where she had been hidden. Not a second had passed since she'd left. Metatron crept up on Dean, provoking him. Sam had the Blade in his hand. Crowley wasn't helping. She didn't know how to do this. Did it matter what order? She assumed Metatron's death should be the final thing to happen. She looked up to Jophiel, but she wasn't there.

Miss Moseley, she thought.

Missouri about had a heart attack. Jophiel stood beside her. I've got it from here. She touched Missouri on the head and out she went, like a light.

Her collapsing to the ground drew attention. Jophiel stood above her body, everyone in the room staring at her.

"Who's the kid?" Crowley asked.

The distraction was enough for the Blade to find its home in Dean's hand, his arm glowing with intensity and rage. "Dean!"

Metatron stepped to the Man slated to kill him. "So when it comes down to it Dean, do you really think you can kill me?"

Dean slashed out, gashing Metatron across the chest, casting bright light throughout the warehouse. Metatron's angels came to his aid. Cas flew in, pulling Metatron toward the portal, Jophiel telling him what to do and he answering the call without thinking, ducking past the two angels headed toward Dean. Dean stabbed one through the skull, and sliced the head off the other, before laying his Blade into flesh one more time.

"Dean," Sam whispered.

Dean breathed in and out through his teeth, unable to see anything but his rage. His eyes flickered to black as his hands and the blade were rinsed with the blood of his brother.

"He's one of us now boys!" Crowley called. "That asshole angel Zachariah was right. Playing your parts, one way or another. Michael and Lucifer, Cain and Abel, Sam and Dean.

"Dean, no!" Cas yelled, dropping Metatron's body to the ground. He ran to Dean, still gripping Sam's shirt, the Blade lodged between his ribs. The growl that Dean uttered shook the ground around him.

"It's too late, Clarence. He's going to help me rule Hell. King of the Damned, Dean Winchester."

Sam's hand reached up and touched his brother's face, marking it with blood. "Dean, don't let them win. Drop the Blade."

Sam's hand fell. Cas grabbed Dean's face in his hands. "Dean, look at me. Dean. DEAN." His face shuddered, his eyes unblinking. "Dean Winchester! Dean…Dean no…." He pressed his forehead to Dean's, looking into his black eyes. "Dean," he whispered, gripping his head, "please."

Dean's shuddering slowed, and then stopped. He dropped the Blade, Sam's body falling with it. Sariel rushed to Sam's side, pulling the Blade from his ribs and feeding him the fig. He looked up to Jophiel, who had Cas's grace in her hand.

"Castiel," she said, "you prove yourself again to be more human than angel, but you have always deserved this." He held Dean's face in his hands, refusing to let go. "You don't have to be an angel. You can be human. I can make you human. But I return to you your grace, whichever you choose."

"Just give me back Dean," Cas said, tears rolling down his face. "And Sam." He looked to Sam, unconscious on the floor. "Give me humanity, but save these men. I need them. They're my family."

Jophiel nodded. She placed the vial containing Cas's grace into his shirt pocket. "Sariel?" she said, looking to her colleague cradling Sam's head in his hands.

"The fig is working. He's healing."

Cas looked around at Sam, the bleeding stopped. He looked back at Dean, eyes still cold. Despite the vacancy of his eyes, he fell to his knees.

"Why isn't he…him?" Cas asked. "Why isn't he Dean?" Cas stood up, looking at the angels as if they were worthless to him. He picked up one of the blades from the two bodies on the ground and walked over to Metatron, gasping near the portal.

"Castiel –"

"You ruined everything. You had everything, and you ruined it. You ruined them. You ruined them all. You can join Crowley in Hell for all I care."

"I don't want him," Crowley chimed in.

"You've hurt my family, and now you're going to pay." Cas stabbed the angel blade through Metatron's skull and held it there for a moment before pulling it out and pushing his body through the portal, closing it.

"You did it," Sariel said. "You killed him."

"To what end?" Cas asked. He walked to where Dean fell and Sam's body lay, and collapsed to his knees. "Take the grace. All of it. I just want to be Cas," he pleaded.

Jophiel grasped her brother's shoulder. "It is done."

Cas sharply inhaled, gasping for breath, feeling human again. "And Sam?"

"Cas?" Sam coughed.

Sariel smiled. "He's alive. He will be fine. He ate the fruit of the Garden."

"And Heaven?"

"Open," Jophiel answered. "We'll handle it from here."

"And…" his voice caught in his throat.

"Let me handle this," Missouri Moseley said, having woken up. She sat in front of Dean and took Cas's hand and Dean's, holding the two together. Cas's chin quivered. His head dropped as a few tears fell. "Dean Winchester your family is here waiting for you. You come back to us now, you hear?" Dean's eyes slowly faded from black. Missouri slapped his face gently. His eyes blinked a few times, and then were back to the vibrant green that had been missing for months.

"You brought him back," Cas said.

"You did," she said, looking at their hands. "You'd be amazed what something as small as the hand of a loved one can do." She looked up at Crowley. "You should probably get going before Heaven comes raining down on you, son."

"What, I can't appreciate a family moment?" Crowley said. He rolled his eyes and disappeared with a snap.

"He's gonna be weak, but he'll be just fine. Both of them will. Just you see."

"Thank you," Cas said.

"Family don't end with blood, boy," Missouri said with a smile. "And you three have a lot of it."