Take a sad song (and make it better)

Chuck was gone. The Empty, Death, the Devil and Doomsday. None of them would ever come knocking at Dean’s door again.His life was one endless road, and he was driving down it at night in Baby with the headlights out, unable to see even a fraction of the way ahead of him. All his focus was on the rearview mirror, where Cas stood getting smaller and smaller, aglow in the setting sun that crowned him in a broken halo. Looking like a smear of golden blood against his jaw.And Dean thought that feeling would last forever. That he’d drive til he hit concrete hard enough to crush him back to unholy dust.Because Dean had forgotten the number one law of this fucked up universe, which was, that Dean Winchester was a luckier bastard than he deserved.-Dean confronting his childhood emotional trauma now that he gets to see Cas being a good parent to Jack. We all cheer.