Mark Twain once said that the two most important days of your life are the day you were born, and the day you find out why. I always agreed, but I never found out my reason until now. I believe that, for the first time, I know why I was put on this Earth. That reason was to meet Dean.
My name is Castiel Novak. I'm 16 years old, and I live in Lawrence, Kansas. I'm an 11th grader at Lawrence High. I'm an Aquarius, and my birthday is February 9th. But this story isn't about me. It's about Dean Winchester.
His is a story that I wish I could have had a larger part in. I wish I could have been there for him through everything, and I wish I could have known him when we were young. Hell, I wish I could just see him one last time. But I can't, and there's no changing that.
Some of the moments we shared, I won't write about. Not because they're not important, or not appropriate, or boring, but because I need to keep something of him for myself. I need to keep secrets, and I need some things to be special. I promise I am not doing this to reduce the accuracy of the story; rather, I'm doing it so there's a part of us that is ours alone.
Beyond that, this story is the truth, and nothing but. It's the story of the life and death of someone I loved, and, while I'm not very talented at writing, I'll try. I'm not sure if anyone else could do it well. It takes place over the course of several months- February to June- so I apologize if I am slow in writing it. I may do many things wrong, but I can't rush this. One of the greatest tragedies in life is having your story told by the wrong person, or in the wrong way. I will not make this a larger tragedy than it already is.