Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I wish I did, but I don't.
Summary: Dean and Castiel after a typical salt and burn.
Spoilers: Season 5 Episode 4
Notes: Unbetaed. Written for comment_fic.

Dean wiped the sweat from his brow and looked over at Castiel, who had just finished his salt and burn. Two men, gangsters who had died violently and were very nasty contenders, had been terrorizing the people of the city by reliving the events that led them to die in a hail of gunfire from the police who had caught them.

"Finally," Dean said. "I thought we'd never get rid of those assholes."

"I am glad we could help them cross over and finally rest."

"Rest? They're going to Hell, Cas. I've been there. I don't think that's resting."

"At least they will know their torturer. It will be better than reliving the worst event of their mortal lives. It will be better than being forced to see all that they cannot have. It will better than the constant confusion and anger. As demons, they will forget their mortal lives. It will be better for them there. That is where they belong."

Dean's mouth thinned, he didn't think they were talking about the ghosts anymore.

"I don't expect them to thank me for damning them."

Castiel gave Dean a sad half-smile. It reminded Dean of the smile the future Castiel sometimes wore, it was from the future was trying so hard to avoid. But the more Dean tried, the faster Castiel seemed to fall. Castiel strode up to Dean and placed a kiss on the corner of Dean's mouth.

Then Castiel whispered softly, "The damned never do."