AN: Let me start off by saying I hate Neighbours. But I was making some tea and my sister was watching it and there was this one scene with a guy getting married and some chick's love confession being emailed to him and read out to everyone? Yeah idk but it gave me the idea for this. Also I'm not abandoning my other fic, Chapter 9 is being beta'd, and this one is pretty much finished. This is also beta'd by me, so please point out any mistakes. So yeah, here we go! Rated M for brief smut mention and some coarse language. REVIEW PLEASE

Chapter One

Of course he was happy for Dean. Why wouldn't he be? His best friend of 20 years – since they had met in that stupid playground – was getting married to the love of his life.

Castiel was happy for Dean. He knew that Dean and Lisa were meant to be. They would live in a suburban house, have 2.5 kids, and grow old together.

It was meant to be.

So why couldn't he convince himself?

The sound of laughter reached the ears of a 5 year old Castiel as he sat on the park bench, swinging his stubby legs. His 19 year old brother, Michael, patted him on the shoulder.

"Cassie, go on and play! They didn't mean to push you over!"

Castiel looked up at his big brother, tears in his eyes.

"But they said I was a freak," he stammered, bottom lip trembling. "Am I a freak, Michael?"

Michael got off the bench, crouched in front of him, and looked into his bright blue eyes, hands on either shoulder.

"You are not a freak, Castiel. You are one of the brightest children I know, and you're gonna outshine them all."

At these words, Castiel's face brightened, and he nodded silently. At that moment, another small boy ran over. Dark blonde hair accentuated his green eyes, and his cheeks were already dusted with freckles.

"Hi! I'm Dean!" he proclaimed proudly. "Do you wanna play with me?"

Michael nudged Castiel.

"See? I told you you weren't a freak," he winked at him, "Now go and play with this nice boy, and we'll go home in an hour or so."

Castiel grinned at Dean, and leapt off the bench."

"I'm Castiel!" He told him.

"Castee-el?"

"Yeah!"

"That's a cool name! Can I call you Cas? It makes my tongue hurt less. And I heard what your brother said. You're not a freak, you're awesome."

The newly-christened 'Cas' smiled even more at this.

"Yeah, you can call me Cas. Do you really think so? The other kids said I am because I have a funny name."

At the sight of Cas' suddenly shy expression, Dean reached out and took his hand.

"Yeah, I really think so! And if anyone calls you a freak, I'll kick their butt for you."

Back at the bench, Michael Novak and Mary Winchester – who had made her way over and introduced herself – observed proudly as the two boys smiled at each other and ran over to the sandpit, never letting go of the other's hand in the process.

Cas smiled at the memory of their meeting, then frowned as another thought occurred to him. How was he going to write a speech for the wedding? Despite the fact that Sam was Dean's best man, Lisa had asked Cas to say a little something, knowing how close they were. Aside from Sam and Lisa, Cas was Dean's only family after Mary had died in a house fire when Dean was 10, and John Winchester had died of liver failure when Dean was 15 – drank himself to death after Mary had gone.

Cas opened up his laptop, ignoring the sudden pang in his chest as he thought of Dean and Lisa being married. They had started up when Dean had announced the engagement, and happened more frequently since the bachelor party – which Cas had striven to forget.

Maybe he should see a doctor. This could hardly be normal.

Castiel sighed, and began to type.

Dean….

Thoughts?