Chapter 1
Dean looked up to see a man standing awkwardly in front of him. The man looked down at his feet and grimaced slightly.
"D-Dean Winchester?" The man asked. Dean, taken aback, immediately grew suspicious.
"No. My name is Fredrick. Who is this Dean you're looking for?" He answered convincingly. There's no point in giving out his real name to some stranger. The man glanced down at a small paper he held in his hand then looked back at Dean.
"Castiel sends his condolences. He told me to let you know he heard about Sam and he wants you to know-" Dean interrupted the man by standing up, grabbing the man's collar, and pushing him roughly against the nearest wall.
"You might want to think really carefully about what comes out of your mouth next," he warned the man. "We wouldn't want anything bad to happen to you." People passed by them without so much as a glance towards the altercation. Either they didn't care or they didn't want to be involved. The man sighed and pushed Dean away from him.
"Just take a look at the fucking picture," he said while thrusting the small piece of paper towards Dean. He took the picture from the man's hands and looked at it. He immediately recognized it. They had taken it two years ago, a year and a half before Sam died. It was the three of them right after Castiel had tagged along on their first ghost mission. Cas had found the body and burned it while Dean distracted it, and by distracted I mean got two broken bones and a bloody nose. In the picture he's looking at an ecstatic Cas on the other side of Sam with a small smile. The family that hired them offered to take a picture and Sam put his arms around his two favorite people. Dean was supposed to be looking at the camera but couldn't look away from a smiling Cas.
Dean swallowed visibly, choking back tears. "Where is he?" He asked gruffly.