“This is your heaven, isn’t it?” Amy smiled as she walked towards Castiel, who just hummed, obviously content in this calm environment.

“Not really,” he answered a few seconds later. “I’m just borrowing it.” He breathed in deeply, savoring the fresh air of an afternoon in spring.

“It’s beautiful, Cas.” She took his hand, giving it a light squeeze. “I could spend a lifetime here.”

“Yes.” He turned around so that he was facing her, smiling lightly, like he was truly happy. “I’ve been running for a long time now, but this seems like a nice place to stay.”

“It might get a bit lonely,” Amy said, still holding his hand tightly in hers. “Time to go back home to the boys, don’t you think?”

Castiel gave her a sad nod, taking in another deep breath and then they were gone. The world was quiet there, an eternal spring, but that wasn’t what he needed. At least not yet.

“You’re scared that you’re going to become just like this, aren’t you, Doctor?” The voice barely resembled Dean, all the warmth of it gone, only roughness and anger left. “That your dark side is going to win and that your eyes are going to be black when you catch your reflection on accident?”

“I am not afraid,” the Doctor replied, trying to remain calm. “Not as afraid as you are, Dean. This is just a dream. This isn’t you.”

But Dean just laughed at the Doctor’s words. “It may just be a dream right now, but it will become reality sooner or later. I will go to hell and this, this is what I’m going to become and you can’t stop it.”

“Oh, I will.” The Doctor walked towards him, grabbing his jacket, pulling him closer. “I will keep you away from hell, even if I die trying. You watch me. You watch us run.”