If I owned Supernatural, would I be writing fanfiction?

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Chapter 1 – I am Castiel

Nothing is harder,

Than to wake up all alone,

Realize it's not okay,

It's the end of all you've known.

Avenged Sevenfold – Victim

Dean Winchester, the supposed 'never-cry-at-anything' guy, took one look at his brother and lost it. He couldn't hold back the sobs as he stared at his brother's lifeless face, attached to way too many machines for his liking.

Well, the very notion that Sammy was here, Dean did not like.

Not one bit.

He scrubbed away the tears with his sleeve, and once again watched his brother. The only sign that told Dean his Sammy was still alive was the slow rise and fall of his chest, and for that at least, Dean was grateful.

"Come on Sammy," Dean whispered, like he shouldn't be talking to his brother. Well, Sam's doctor had told Dean that Sam could probably hear him, so he spoke anyway. "Wake up, please." His voice cracked a little. "I need you, Sammy."

Dean lay his head on the side of the bed, but didn't cry this time.

-SPN-

Dean hadn't noticed he'd fallen asleep, but at the moment he didn't particularly care.

Because there was some guy in a trench coat kneeling next to Sam.

"Who the hell are you?!" Dean immediately yelled, and the man simply looked up at him curiously.

"I am Castiel."

Dean couldn't believe this man.