I looked up at Metatron. This angel-turned-God, who I considered a devil in every possible way, was holding an angel blade in his hand. I stared at it. I knew what the blood was. It was Dean's. 'So...You killed him.' The power hungry angel laughed manically. 'Yes, of course! I mean, a good story always has to have a little bit of a twist. Falling in love with Dean Winchester here, getting your heart shattered by his death there, getting your trust in him shoved into the dirt somewhere else. Because you two made quite a story, you know. The Angel and the Hunter. Just to think, had he stayed alive, you would have never known he loved you back.'