The beginning of the apocalypse happened a few years ago. The demons started an epidemic of the Croatoan virus and innocent people began to die because of it, one after another. There was no point in living in big cities - they had the worst time because of the spread of the virus. That's why Dean and the rest of the survivors moved to Chitaqua Camp some time ago, and he became their leader. Life in this place was not going the best and amazing way, but there was no way to live better, everyone had enough of everything, so there was no need to complain.

Cas had fallen, and now he was no longer an Angel, but a very ordinary mortal, with his own problems and needs. He had changed, and he didn't look so much like the Castiel Dean had first met. If only outwardly he remained more or less similar, although a prominent stubble had already formed on his face.

Another day in the camp was going on. Cas, being in his cabin, lit a weed and looked into the distance, as if he was thinking about something. Dean interrupted him, coming inside as if he were his own home. The blue-eyed man shifted his gaze and met the familiar green eyes. "Oh, and here's our fearless leader," he said and smiled a little, getting up from the couch where he had been sitting some time ago and smoking weed. "I wonder what brings you to me now? Is it something serious, or did you just miss me?" Castiel stood in front of Dean Winchester, staring at him intently and preparing to give him whatever he asked for.