A/N: Hey there everybody, like I announced I'm going to post a second story parallel to the previous one. This one is going to be completly AU, hope you enjoy the first chapter. I'm trying to update weekly. Please review what you think :)

Castiel Lord had never had an extraordinary life, sure it wasn't normal, but he was happy. He had a job, a little flat, a cat and a father that loved him and cared about him. You may say thats not much but it was everything he needed. His father had raised him good, he was always honest but knew how he had to behave properly. Castiels manners were some of the things his father was the most proud of and that was justified, because it had been hard to raise him alone. He never told Castiel about his mother, the only thing he knew was that she left them when Castiel was just one year old. Castiel didn't even care about that. His father was his family, and he needed no one else, even though he felt alone sometimes. But he usually overrode the lonelyness.
He wasn't someone who socializes a lot, to be honest, he had two friends. One of them was a ginger cat called 'Bee'. The other one was Charlie.
The Thing about describing Charlie Bradburry is, that you can't. She's just the kind of a Person you like to stay with, even if you're as socially incompetent as Castiel. And that was literally everything you needed to know about her. She was working at the coffee shop around the corner of his work. They even met there for the first time.

It was Castiels break and he wanted to go get a coffee and maybe a little snack from the new coffeeshop 'round the corner. The red headed barista immedialtly noted his order but it took her three attempts to write his name onto the cup and when she handed him the cup it still said 'Cassie' but he just laughed and paid. He went there everyday after that. 'Cassie' and Charlie got to be friends pretty soon after that. Now it was about two years ago.
Castiel wasn't surprised when she called him on a sunday morning, she often did that, but at this moment he didn't knew what this call would change.

He was sitting in his armchair doing a little channel surfing, his cat Bee sleeping in his lap, when his phone rang. It was the Harry Potter film theme, Charlie chose to be her ringtone herself. He picked up and gave his best friend a 'sunday morning' smile, even though she wasn't able to see it.

"Cassie?", Castiel laughed a little when she called him his stupid nickname.

"Mornin' Char, what's up?"

"Thank god you're okay! I worried a little you know? ", well that was strange. Why would she worry about him?

"Uhm Char? I'm alright what's wrong? Why did you worry?", Castiel asked and turned down the volume of his tv down a little.

"Didn't you read the newspaper?"

"Uhm no... why?", now Castiel was confused and frowned. He shoved Bee off his lap and got up to look for todays newspaper.

"Just read it Cassie. Drop whatever you are doing and read this newspaper. Page two, second or third article. Call me when you're done." Castiel just got even more confused the more she talked. Before he could say anything else she had already hung up.
Castiel found the newspaper lying infront of his door, where the mailman had placed it. He scrolled over page one and looked at page two, like Charlie had told him.

-|Local man struck by lightning|-

Jimmy Novak (25), got struck by a lightning during the heavy storm last night. His brother, Gabriel Novak (28), told us that Jimmy had left the house before the storm had begun. 'He went to his daily Jogging trip. He hadn't been home when the storm started and by the time we called him to ask him where he was ... he was already... dead.', Gabriel told us. In the history of this country there had been only a few people that died of being struck by a lightning, and it's a tragedy that Jimmy Novak (a member of our city council) had to be one of them. (...)

Castiel didn't even read the whole article. The thing that took all of his attention was the picture that was placed under the article. It showed the man that got struck by a lightning. Castiel felt like someone had ripped out his lungs, he just couldn't catch any breath.

The man, Jimmy Novak, looked just like him. . .