Hopefully I am able to finish this story within a month. I will try to do weekly updates. I am moving so it might be hard to find time to write but I will try my best. For now here is a beginning of a story.

It's been two years since Sam died. It was all Dean's fault, he should have been looking at the road. He should have seen or at least heard car coming.

It was a dark night as they zoomed down the road. "So get this. A man was saying that he was seeing angels on the sides of the road right?"

Dean nodded. "Ya, and?"

"Well he was going all around town saying that the angels were coming, they only came when the world was about to end and everyone just said he was a crazy, religious freak." Sam chuckled "Well, he was right that the angels were there. Three people dressed up as angels set fire to a place called 'Around the World' It was an old book shop."

"Okay." The older Winchester looked to his younger brother. "Where is this going?"

"Well when people found out that this happened they all assumed it was this crazy guy that's been ranting and raving about it for weeks. Turns out that he wasn't a part of it at all. He was actually placed in the fire by the angels before it happened, they say that they were tired of hearing him go on and on and on so they made his prophecy true and let him be at peace for the rest of his existence, which was all of ten minutes before the building killed him."

Shock was written all over his face. "Jesus! People are crazy!"

"Ya, no joke." Sam agreed.

"I mean demons I get, they're evil just by themselves, but people are crazy!" He says still looking at his brother in disbelief.

A moment later he pulled his eyes to the road where a horn was coming from and lights were coming straight for them. "Oh, shi-" The cars collided as Dean tried to turn the steering wheel. Sam braced himself but that didn't do anything. Sam hit his head on windshield, knocking him out as soon as his head met glass. Dean got flipped all about, he wasn't wearing a seat belt like his brother was so he know that he was going to have worse damage than Sam. Dean's arm busted the window as they got flung upside down and his head hit the ceiling, his sight going black immediately.

When he did regain consciousness he rose abruptly and cringed. "Sam!" He rasped. His voice seemed to not be used for days, if not a week. Bobby was to the side of him, hat over his eyes sleeping soundly. He was in a bed made of white. Everything surrounding him was white, even his clothes were white. He wondered where he was but then he realized he was in the hospital. He looked down at himself. He looked pretty rough for the crash. A large gash on his left arm that was stitched up, a white cast on his right leg. "Bobby?" He tried. The old man stirred.

"Dean?" He questioned, then his eyes lit up and he got up leaning closer to him. "How are ya feelin'?"

Dean shook his head, he wasn't worried about himself only about Sam. "Where's Sam?" He asked with a bit more voice than before,

Bobby's face fell. The smile in his eyes is now as if it was never there. "He's-" His voice broke. "He died the night of the crash, he hit his head and had internal bleeding. His head was cracked and his neck too. When the seat belt snapped him back his head went back with him." Dean's whole world came crashing down.

"Sam!" He screamed. He was sweating all over in the dark room. He looked around hoping to find Sam and hoping it was all a dream. As his eyes adjusted to the dark he noticed that it was his apartment and he was just having another shitty dream. "Damn it!" He yelled.

Looking at the clock he got up and went to go take a shower to live, or get through, another day. He left to work at Bobby's Garage not to long after he woke up, once again with the reliving of his brother's last day on earth.

'There's got to be one person that'll join the church.' Castiel thinks to himself. He wasn't watching where he was looking and he felt a firm body bump into his. He backed up cursing himself for not paying attention to where he was walking. "My apologies sir." He started immediately after.

"It's no problem, I wasn't watching where I was going." The man said. He wore a plain black shirt underneath all his layers. A dark red shirt was unbuttoned and opened for all to see the black underneath and a leather jacket to top it all off. A necklace was hanging from his neck, a head of some sort. He looked up into the man's eyes and found the greenest thing he's ever seen. It was like looking into a forest that held many secrets, it seemed to be gaiters off from all to see those secrets. And judging by the marks by his eyes, it looked like he didn't smile. much anymore. He looked hurt and wounded, like something happened that he blames himself by the look in his eyes. A sad puppy that is being scolded for losing it's way.

"You don't think you deserved to be saved?" Castiel blurted. His eyes went wide as soon as he realized he said that outloud.

"Umm...what?" Dean said with a bewildered expression.

"I'm sorry. Sometimes my brain doesn't catch up with my mouth." Castiel told him.

The man chuckled. "It's fine. I know what you mean."

Castiel smiled. "Do you mind if I ask for your name?"

A hurt smile covered his face, one that was meant to look real but Castiel knew the look, he once thought that he wasn't meant to be saved then he found god. "Not at all. I'm Dean Winchester." He said extending out his hand

"Castiel Novak." He shook his hand.

"Castiel, that's a weird name." Dean questioned.

"Yes. My father was a religious man. All my siblings are named after angels or people in the Bible, me included."

"Oh." He didn't know what to say to the man that bumped into him. "Well it's a unique name at least."

Castiel smiled, something the other man didn't do very often anymore. He sensed something was wrong and he didn't want to let the man just walk off without knowing someone was there he could talk to. "Dean. May I ask an odd question?" He gave a questionable look but nodded. "Do you have anyone to talk to about your problems?"

Dean's face went blank. "I don't have any problems." He took a step back. He didn't need to be interrogated by a man that he just met, let alone spill all his problems onto their shoulders just to relieve his a bit. "I need to go."

"Wait!" Not knowing why he couldn't let him leave, he just has a feeling that something good wasn't going to happen if he didn't do something. So he started to ask "Can I take you out for a drink?" Dean didn't know how to respond.

"Uhh...I'm not into dude." He blurted. A blush rose on his cheeks. "Shit, sorry. I didn't mean to blurt that out."

Castiel smiled. "Mouth running faster than your brain?"

A full blown laugh erupted from Dean. "Exactly." Maybe he should go out just for a drink. It wasn't a date, just two strangers meeting up to have a beer and talk about life. Chicks do it all the time, Dean thought. "I'll grab a beer with you. I haven't laughed that hard in a long time." Castiel couldn't stop smiling he was glad he could help this man out a little bit. "How does right now sound?" Dean asked the other man.

"Well-" Castiel was going to say no but he needed a break, he was tired of people slamming their doors in his face. "Sure, where do you want to go?"

Dean didn't even hesitate. "The Roadhouse." He turned around and looked back at the other man. "You coming Cas?"

He hasn't gotten that nickname before, he smiled as he followed the man.