Oh, Dean was Alastair's number one. The finest Hell had to offer - even better than Meg, which was saying something since she likes to think of torture as one of her finest skills. But give him the tools and boy, it's a beautiful sight. Shame his conscience has to get in the way. They'd make quite the team.

But the point remains that none of them are perfect. At least that's something they have in common. And of course, they've all given Fate the middle finger and chose their own paths.

"Magical sparkly teamwork," she smirks at him, but she's more than willing to work together to build the pretty little angel hut. Besides, Dean's not so bad, really ... for a Winchester.