Cold spring rain was falling on the already drenched road. Big rain drops were hitting the car roof tops and almost rusty roofs on buildings making a hard sound. The rain was falling non-stop since the last few days; people didn't dare to go out because even an umbrella wouldn't help them.

A few miles away from the center of the town an old abandoned warehouse was covered in rust. It seemed that the rain was stronger around the building. Because of the strong wind, the doors on the factory opened and closed with a loud bang. Besides the strange storm not stopping for a week there was something even stranger…

Two men, drenched with rain, stood in front of the warehouse. The street light was lighting their faces full of worry and sadness. They weren't moving; they only stared at each other. The shorter man wore a long trench coat, had blue eyes and from his short brown hair the water slid down his face and fell from it. The other one in a leather jacket had his face covered in bruises and cuts, big green eyes full of confusion and sadness and didn't mind that his chestnut hair was wet. Suddenly, a big lightning stroke down but they didn't mind, their gazes still mixed with one another.

"I don't understand, Cass," the tall guy shook his head lightly in disbelief.

"There's nothing for you not to understand, Dean," Cass sighed and looked down at the road then back at Dean, "This isn't going to work out… I'm sorry," he looked away again but Dean still couldn't believe.

"Why?" rain still poured on them and Dean's eyes were slowly getting red.

"I'm sorry…" Cass turned around and started to walk away.

"Cass! Please, don't!" as soon as he said that Cass vanished into thin air.

…

The man woke up in cold sweat, panting. He soon realized he is in his hotel room, relieved that it was all a dream. A true memory developed in a dream. When he sat up, his spine crackled a bit. The radio played his favorite song but he didn't pay attention. In the bed next to his, a man was sleeping. He stood up and hit the other guy to wake up, which he did. The guy in the bed scratched his head and looked at the other one heading towards the bathroom.

"Mornin', Dean," he yawned and stood up as well.

"Mornin', Sammy!" Dean yelled from the bathroom. Sam slowly walked to the bathroom and started brushing his teeth too. Every morning was the same, Dean was sick of it. After their morning routine, those two packed their stuff in two separate duffle bags.

"Hurry up, Dean, okay?" Sam went to the door and placed his palm on the knob, "We gotta go meet Cass," on that name Dean froze in place.

"Cass?" he barely said it. Dean turned his head to Sam and tried to act normal.

"Yeah, Dean. Don't tell me you forgot…" Sam looked disappointed. Dean knew about the meeting but he just didn't want to go.

"Sorry, must've forgot," he chuckled and took his bag from the bed. Sam opened the door and Dean walked past him. The dream, which almost faded away, flashed before his eyes. He wanted to tell - to scream about it... the only problem was he couldn't. He didn't want Sam to know yet he wanted to yell about it until his throat and chest hurt, and even after that he would've continued.

"Something wrong?" Sam asked after locking the room door. Dean just shook his head as an answer, with his expression giving Sam a sign not to ask questions anymore. Sam went to the front desk to return the key and resign while Dean waited for him in the car, tapping onto his steering wheel in a rhythm. After Sam came back and threw his bag on the back seat, Dean flipped the key and the engine roamed loudly. Sam comfortably sat in the passenger's seat and they drove off.

They barely talked during the ride. Dean couldn't talk about the matter that was on his mind and Sam wanted to ask questions but he couldn't because he wasn't allowed to. They were supposed to meet Cass at the Stull Cemetery, Kansas. Since they were in Lawrence, they only needed about three hours to get there. Dean wanted to see him but, at the same time he didn't. On their way, they've stopped at a diner for some food and quickly continued their way.

Sam soon fell asleep on the passenger's seat. Big brother didn't want to wake him; he needed some peace and quiet while eating his piece of pie. He barely ate it after the incident with Cass, and when he ate it he would always remember him. Cass used to make him pie, but after every try always failed. One day, he finished it with a success, and even though it wasn't as sweet as it should've been, Dean loved it. Just like he loved every other burnt pie Castiel made. He checked his watch while chewing the last bite; it showed 11:37 am. When he looked back at the road, a sign was there next to it. It said: "Entering Kansas city". 'Well, that was fast…' he thought to himself.

Slapping Sam's arm forced the said man to wake up. He munched a few times and blinked to clear his vision. After he got a good look on the city in front of them, he looked at his brother.

"Well, that was fast," He said and turned back to the road. Dean slid his hand from the steering wheel and opened his window. Sam stretched his arms above his head, cracked his neck and munched once more. "What do you think?" Dean turned his head a bit to him but didn't look away from the road. "What does he need from us in the cemetery?" Dean rolled his eyes which Sam didn't notice.

"Probably some angel crap," he blinked and slowed his car by a bit. The wheels made a squeaky sound as Dean took a turn to the right, entering the Stull Cemetery. Sam couldn't take it anymore and had to ask what was on his mind.

"What's up with you lately? Ever since you came back from that mission to kill Lucifer you've been acting weird. Especially when Cass is around," Sam scoffed and turned to his brother, "Will you just tell me-"

"No!" Dean interrupted him and hit the breaks, making the car screech, "Nothing is wrong, okay?! I'm-I'm fine. Cass is fine. Everyone is just peachy!" he yelled again but silenced. "Just stop asking questions, Sammy…" he sighed and took the key out, shutting the engine off. Dean exited the car and slammed the door while Sam still sat there.

"Touchy," He rolled his eyes and exited the car too. Dean looked around but there was no sign of a living soul. Sam slowly approached Dean from behind and looked behind him. "I don't believe this," He scoffed again "He tells us to come here and he isn't here," he clicked his tongue.

"I told you, long time ago… Angels are dicks," Dean looked around once more. "Come on!" he yelled and took a step further.

"Maybe praying should help?" Sam looked at him but Dean turned around. "Castiel, we need you," he closed his eyes, his head facing the sky while Dean was facing the other direction.

"I'm here," a deep male voice came behind him. Sam turned around and saw a man in a long cream-colored trench coat. Dean's eyes widened as he was glad to see him and at the same time felt the sadness eating him from inside. "Hello, Sam." Sam nodded; the man glanced over Sam's shoulder. "Dean…" sadness filled his eyes. There was a long pause. Sam, who noticed it, placed his hands in his pockets.

"So, what did you call us for? And, why here?" he showed the place with his hand and then placed it back in his pocket. Dean didn't move, and didn't take his eyes off of the blue-eyed man.

"I've called you here because there is an important message I have to give you," he was serious.

"Then tell us, Cass." Sam said, making Dean flinch on the name. They started chatting about the message but Dean didn't pay any attention to them. He heard a few things when he glanced at Cass' mouth. Everything he laid his eyes on made him remember. First, he remembered all of the good times he's spent with Cass, and then he remembered the dream. As soon as he started remembering it, he turned his head away from them.

Cass, while talking to Sam, watched every move Dean made. He never forgot what Dean did to him. He missed every little part of Dean. But then, he remembered the incident, which made him angry. Angry at himself for doing that to Dean. He was there; he was there when Dean came home after what happened. The only thing is that Dean didn't see him. Cass was always there, just not to Dean.

"Thanks for the info, Cass," Sam's voice made him come back to reality. "We'll be going now. Come on, Dean," He said and showed Dean with his hand to come to the car. Dean started walking slowly but as soon as he approached Cass he sped up past him.

"You're welcome," Cass said and turned around to face the car. Dean's eyes met Cass'. Both of them stared at each other for a couple of seconds. Dean shook his head and entered the car, slamming the door shut. On that Cass disappeared in thin air. Dean turned over the key and the engine roamed over the abandoned cemetery. As Dean drove the car back on the road, he thought about Cass. Even during the ride to Bobby's, he didn't stop thinking about him.

The window was fully open, the wind coming inside made Dean's jacket ruffle. His thoughts fixated on Castiel, on his eyes, mouth, hair… his everything. He couldn't stop thinking about the past - that lovely past they had. He would never forget those times, ever… He needed Cass, he wanted him. Dean rubbed his eyes for a moment then placed his hands back on the steering wheel. Sam, next to him, didn't pay attention at all.

Dean's eyes got watery, from the wind, he thought. In his front pocket was a piece of paper. To be correct, a photo. The photo rustled on the wind, Dean covered it with his palm and placed it in the pocket more. Sam, beside him, checked some maps and talked to some people over his phone.

…

After few more hours of driving, the brothers arrived at a junkyard full of old and demolished cars. Dean parked in the garage and an older man with a baseball cap on was there, fixing something. The engine stopped when Dean took out the key, placing it in his pocket. Both of them exited the car and slammed the doors at the same time. The man turned around and greeted them.

"Hi you boys," He smiled and all of them went inside. The man took out a whiskey bottle from the fridge and three glasses. "So, what brings you here?" he said and sat down placing the bottle and glasses on the table full of books. Dean and Sam also sat down on the little couch under the window.

"We were just with Cass. He gave us some information," Sam explained but Dean was still spacing out. He only took the glass of whiskey and sat there silent, drinking it slowly. He didn't pay attention, again, about what they were saying.

"I'm gonna go outside for a bit…" Dean interrupted them in the middle of a sentence and stood up, leaving the empty glass on the table. He exited the house and went to the impala. He slowly leaned on it. "You will never leave me, baby." He always called his car 'baby'. The temperature was low so his breath turned into steam as soon as he exhaled. He shoved his hand into the pocket of his leather jacket and took out a photo.

He didn't take his eyes off of it. On the photo were Cass and himself. Dean was smiling on it, stroking Cass' cheeks into a smile. Dean chuckled at the photo. That's when it all started. Dean's whole life was turned upside down in just one moment.

…

A nice sunny day on a hot summer was just perfect. Never-ending heat didn't stop people from going outside. Dean was all alone in Bobby's house, lying on the bed, bored. He suddenly stood up and went to the basement to do a little research in Bobby's old stuff. Sam and Bobby were on a hunt so he was told to stay inside, just in case.

He started taking out a bunch of old stuff from old dusty boxes. He was so busy with his search that he didn't realize that Cass appeared behind him.

"A camera huh?" he said with a chuckle and took out the stool for it. Cass tiptoed to see the camera better. Dean gently placed the old, rusty camera on the stool and set the angle straight.

"Hello Dean," Cass said, making Dean jump a bit. Dean turned around with anger on his face.

"God damn it, Cass… Do you have to do that every single time?" he said and turned back to the camera. "Did something happen?" he said, not looking at the serious man behind him. "Is something wrong with your angel mojo?" he scoffed.

"Nothing is wrong, Dean. I just came here to check on you," he came from behind and had his eyes fixated on the camera, which Dean was wiping with a dirty old rag he found on the floor.

"Well," he threw the rag back on the floor, "I'm peachy - everything is good. Sam and Bobby aren't here - they went on a hunt," Dean glanced at Cass and went to the lenses to clean them up.

"I know. I came here because I have nothing else to do," he was obviously lying and Dean knew that very well. "What are you going to do with that?" Cass pointed at the camera. Dean chuckled a bit louder than he should have.

"I'm going to take pictures with it, that's what I'll do," he clapped his hands once and looked at the angel, "Because that's what camera is for," he was being awfully sarcastic, but Cass didn't mind.

"What are you going to take a picture of?" Cass was curious now, but since Dean needed some company, he didn't complain. Dean quickly grabbed a chair and placed it in front of the camera.

"Lets take pictures of us, okay?" he smiled to Cass. That was one of a kind smile, a special smile made just for Castiel. The little angel felt something when he saw that smile on Dean's face; he just couldn't place a finger on it.

"I don't think that it will be a good idea…" Cass said and looked back at the camera and then at Dean again. They negotiated but finally, Cass accepted. Dean brought another chair for Cass and placed it next to the one he brought earlier. He set the camera on 45 seconds and sat down with Cass. Dean smiled brightly and Cass was serious. Dean noticed that so he grabbed the other man's cheeks and stroked them into a smile. A very creepy one. Just before Dean was about to look at the camera it already took the photo.

Cass' cheeks were sore from the strong grip after Dean let go of him. He took the picture from the camera and shook it a couple of times. The picture was hilarious so he just started laughing loudly. Cass was confused so he stood up from his chair to come and look at the picture. He snatched the picture out of Dean's hand and stared at it while Dean laughed uncontrollably next to him.

"I don't understand, this isn't funny," Dean only laughed more. Cass continued to stare at the picture but didn't laugh. "Dean, what is so funny about this photograph?" he looked at Dean, who was wiping his tears off.

"Your face…" he chuckled once more, "You look ridiculous!" he laughed again.

"Well, it's your fault. If you didn't stretch my face, this wouldn't have happened," he placed the picture on top of the camera and waited for Dean to stop laughing. When he finally did, Cass was annoyed.

"Oh come on! What's with the face?" Dean slapped his arm and still had that smile on.

"Oh please, don't act like this is the best thing that happened during the whole day." Cass huffed and looked at Dean, whose face turned from happy to something that Cass didn't know about.

"I can make another best thing..." Dean's smirk widened and Cass got goose-bumps.

"And what would that be?" Cass looked at him with a disbelief in his eyes. Dean took a step closer to him and Cass took one back. That continued until Cass hit a wall with his back. "What are you doing, Dean?" Cass stared directly into his eyes while Dean kept that smirk on his face.

"I will show you that best thing…" Dean slammed his hand next to Cass' head and grabbed Cass' chin with his finger. "I wanted to do this for a very, very long time, Cass…" Dean licked his lips. The only thing Dean didn't know was that Cass wanted it to.

Cass continued to stare at him, he wanted to say something but instead of that, he kept his mouth shut. Dean's lips were coming closer to Cass'. His heart thumped fast, he was sure that Dean could hear it going crazy. It all happened so fast that Cass didn't have enough time to think about what to do.

Dean's lips were pressed on his. Dean felt the softness of Cass' lips, he slowly moved his hand from his chin to Cass' brown messy hair. As a gentleman he is, he licked the other man's lower lip and when he noticed Cass parting his lips even the slightest, Dean slowly pushed his tongue in Cass' mouth and felt the warmth from the angel's tongue. He searched every corner of that angelic mouth while Cass moaned softly. Dean moved away to take a breather.

"De-"Cass got interrupted with another passionate kiss. Dean gripped Cass' hair tighter, feeling the pressure in his pants getting bigger - a special body part pulsating. Noticing that and how he couldn't control himself if they proceed, Dean moved away from the kiss and they both panted like crazy.

"I hope you liked that…" Dean grinned like an idiot and Cass only stared at him until he got his breathing back to normal.

"Of course."

They both smiled at each other.

…

Dean put the photo back in his pocket and moved away from the impala. He sighed and started walking around the junkyard. The day was already setting and the temperature was lowering. A few rain drops fell on Dean's nose; he looked at the sky and saw it filled with gray clouds. He frowned and turned back the way he came from. He started walking back to Bobby's house as the rain started falling faster.

He hated rain; ever since that day he hated it. It never did anything to him, the rain wasn't the one which was at fault for Cass leaving and still, he didn't like it. Before he even reached the house, he was soaked. He rushed inside and slammed the door behind him. Sam stood up from his chair to see who it was, and saw his brother standing in the hallway, water dripping from his clothes and hair.

Dean took off his leather jacket and was only in his tight white shirt, a towel resting on his shoulders. Before he placed his jacket to dry, he took out the picture from the pocket. The only thing he protected from the rain. He put it in the back pocket of his jeans.

The sound of rain hitting the windows and the thunder annoyed Dean while Bobby and Sam didn't pay much attention over it. He went down to the basement to get away from the sound. Sam and Bobby stared at each other.

"What's wrong with him?" Bobby asked and looked at the door to the basement.

"I have no idea," Sam responded also staring at the door. "He's been acting that way ever since that hunt on Lucifer…" they both shrugged their shoulders.

Dean was downstairs among those boxes. His eyes caught the two chairs in the corner. He took two steps forward and bumped his hand onto a box. When he quickly grabbed the box, he realized that inside of it was the old camera. He couldn't take it anymore.

He tried so hard not to let a tear out but this was just enough. Dean placed the box down and leaned on the wall behind him. Tears started sliding down his cheeks uncontrollably. He slid down the wall and sat on the cold floor, clenching his teeth tightly. Dean's thoughts were mixed. He grabbed his hair tightly and pulled it.

Only one question was going around his head. 'Why?' he didn't stop asking himself that. Why did Cass leave him? Why after what happened? Why are they acting like nothing happened? Why… why is he crying for Cass more than for his only brother?

'Sam died! So many times, and I'm barely even bothered by that… Cass, why is Cass so important?!' he was screaming inside, 'was it because I knew what to do with Sam?! Yes… that's exactly why… I knew what to do…' he looked at the ceiling.

"But now I don't…" he whispered and more tears slid down his cheeks. "I don't know what to do Cass… Please…" he whimpered. Dean buried his face into his palms and started crying even more.

Dean didn't care anymore if someone was there or if someone came, he needed to cry. And that's what he didn't know… someone was there, a special someone. He was standing in front of him, he didn't move from there. The man opened his blue eyes and stared at Dean.

It was no one else but the angel who did this - Castiel. Seeing Dean hurt was the worst thing to him. Cass swore; he swore that he would never hurt Dean but yet, he did. He did this to Dean for his safety; he didn't want Dean to get hurt.

"I was so alone and I owe you so much…" Dean said but didn't lift his head up, he just whimpered more. "I owe you so freaking much Cass…" he cried harder. Cass wanted to hug him and tell him that everything is going to be okay… but it wasn't and he couldn't.

He loved Dean, 'he loved him more than his own father' he always said that… he still does. Cass would rather die than leave Dean forever, he needed Dean. Before he even met the Winchesters, his life in Heaven was always the same. Now, it changed… He realized what freedom is and what love is. The only one who can teach someone that was Dean.

Dean Winchester, son of John Winchester and a brother of Sam Winchester was in Bobby Singer's basement, crying because of an angel. The angel, Castiel, was standing there. The angel's tear slid down his cheek as he was biting his lip.

"I am sorry," Castiel whispered and vanished into thin air. Dean lifted his head up, his eyes and nose red and swollen.

"Cass?"

Note: This is my very first story so I probably suck at it. If you aren't familiar with the TV series Supernatural I highly suggest that you go and check it out.

I'm gonna do my best! Yosh!

Editor: AnnaHiwatari

~To be continued~