Everyone stands around with bottles, cans, or plastic red cups in their hand. Dean is standig next to a female with dark hair and everything he ever wanted. Her son, Benjamin, is on the couch with Alex, a girl Dean saved from alife of vampire slavery. He looks, dresses, and uses the same similar dialect as Dean. Dean continues to speak softly with the kid's mother. She laughs at something he says. I grit my teeth at the sight. Sam approches with a beer in his hand.
"Thanks again, Cass."
"For what?"
"Bringing Sarah back. Thanks."
"Ah yes. Sarah Blake. Daughter of an art dealer and your significant other."
He smiles at my lack of conversational and social skills.
"Yeah. That."
"Sam! Come here for a second!"
"Enjoy the party, Cass."
Sam walks over to Sarah, kissing her forehead before joining the conversation. I look back towards Dean, only to find he no longer occupies the space he had seconds ago. Jody Mills approaches me, carrying on a short conversation with me about my vessel's biological daughter, Claire.
"So where is she?"
"She didn't want to celebrate with the angel who killed her father. That is what she said at least"
"I never killed her father."
"She doesn't care about that. She just needs to cool off a bit."
"It's been two years."
"It just takes time. She will come around."
That ends the conversation and starts the human tradition. Couples around the room locate each other as the clock draws closer to midnight. A whole new year. Just a small, miniscule fraction of my existance. Dean is still no where in sight. The television is turned on and a large ball appears. Celebrities and civilians appears on the screen every once in a while but the ball is the center of attention as the countdown starts. Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five. Four. Three. Two. On-
Someone is kissing me roughly on the lips. Couples around us do the same and the people who lack the presence of a significant other cheer, 'Happy New Year'! All these are minor details as the addicting lips continue to press against the lips of my vessel. Nervous. The person kissing me is nervous. The noise in the room dials down a hair. Someone whistles. The person kissing me pulls back.
"Dean."
"Happy New Year, Castiel."
