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It wasn't very cold that morning.The sky appeared clear of clouds in the autumn sky.With his hands in his jacket pocket, the old hunter plunged his hands into his jacket pockets.Dean Winchester's grave lay in the shade of a large oak tree."Hello, Dee," said Sam with a smile, before leaning over the grave and looking at the fresh white flowers neatly arranged in the vase.Maybe he could have suspected the culprit: a certain feathered duvet...ops, as Dean would have called it, with a trench coat, messy black hair, and a posture that looked like a broom up his ass."This morning is the second visitor to come," commented a voice behind him.Sam quickly turned around, his hand clenched around Ruby's dagger tucked into a pocket. Old habits were hard to die for."I'm sorry, I've always had a bad habit."Father Nicholas Green smiled.He was not very tall, a bit oversized, he wore short white hair and a long beard, which had earned him the nickname of "Santa Claus" by the boys of the parish."How are you?""Dean is going to college next year, and Jessie is about to retire," Sam explained shaking his shoulders. "And you?""Okay.""Excuse me, but what were you talking about?""This morning, your brother received another visit. Although, in fact, it's not the first that's happened," Father Green muttered, turning to Dean's tombstone. Then he sighed.Many hunters came to visit Dean Winchester's grave because they considered him a good friend after all."Did he ever say his name?""Castiel"Sam's eyebrows went up. Castiel hadn't shown up for a long time, apart from a rare phone call, and from what little he knew the angel was waiting at last to return home to Heaven."Do you know him?""He told me a lot about you and... especially Dean.""Really?""Especially for your brother, oh how his eyes sparkled!" the priest laughed and Sam smiled a bit embarrassed. He still rolled his eyes upwards at the memory of the two of them staring at each other, with a sexual tension ready to explode."Why didn't you tell him, Sam?""I don't know, I've been wondering for years," replied the former hunter, shaking his head. If he was still alive, he'd have told him he was a fucking prick and to kiss Castiel on the mouth!"Castiel said he'd be back soon...and oh, I was forgetting about this...yes"Father Green rummaged through his coat pockets and pulled out a note.Sam opened it."Hey, Sam,You'll be very surprised to read this short letter.I just wanted to tell you that I'm coming home, and I hope to finally meet Dean, and most of all, I wanted to apologize to you for not being in touch all this time. I know we'll see each other soon, but I wish you a good life. Remember, you'll never be alone.I can't wait to be with you and Dean.Ps. I think your brother would be proud of your son.Castiel""Is everything all right?" exclaimed Father Green."Do you have a handkerchief?""Sure."Sam wiped his tears with his fingers and thought: you're a real idiot, Cas but you really have all eternity to try...