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Chapter One

Cas was about to call it quits when his doorbell rang through the house. He opened the door to who he assumed was one Dean Winchester. "Dean?" he asked, just to make sure. The man smiled, giving him the once over.

"The one and only," He replied, his tone cocky. He rubbed his hands together. "You must be Castiel. So you ready?"

"Yeah, Cas said, grabbing his coat, before locking the door behind them. He had been ready for an hour and a half seeing how Dean was an hour late in getting here. "So where're we going?" Cas asked, as Dean lead him to the street.

Dean looked over his shoulder to Cas, giving him a look of uncaring. "Where do you want to go?" he asked, leading Cas to a motorcycle.

Cas eye balled it. "I'm not getting on that," he said, shaking his head. He had on expensive clothes and he didn't really want his brains scattered on the pavement.

Dean smiled at him until he realized that Cas was serious. "Dude, it's all I have."

"We can take my car," Cas said, walking over to his car. Dude? Did he just call him dude?

"Or," Dean said, picking up the extra helmet. "We can take my bike." He gave Cas a cocky grin. "Don't be a scaredy cat." Dean's cell phone rang, and Dean held up a finger while he answered it. "Hello? Hey Toby. Yeah? Hmm…Yeah I can be there around midnight." Dean glanced in Cas' direction. "Actually, make that ten."

Cas made a scoffing laughing sound in the back of his throat, as Dean hung up the phone. Was this guy seriously for real? "I'm not getting on that," Cas said, standing his ground, his face still hot from being upset and insulted. He couldn't believe Dean made a date while he was still on one. Cas sighed, this obviously wasn't going to work, and now he had no desire to spend the evening with Dean, no matter how attractive he was. "You know what? You clearly don't want to do this. We don't have to."

"Really?" Dean said, clearly relieved. He chuckled a little. "You're awesome. I really don't want to spend the evening with a stuck up. I don't know what James was thinking pairing me with you." Dean mounted his bike.

Cas stood there, obviously hurt by Dean's words, but he wouldn't let Dean know that. "Yeah, Lisa needs to stop setting me up with assholes." He walked off before Dean had a chance to respond.

Five years later

FALL

Cas stretched a moment before getting back to little Ben's birthday cake. He couldn't believe it had been a year since he was born. Cas smiled as he thought of the past. Lisa and James were clearly meant to be together. Their love blossomed over the years. Cas remembered just how excited Lisa had been as she showed off her ring. Cas felt just as excited as she looked at her news.

He was truly happy for his best friend. In fact, the only thing he disliked about James was the fact he was best friends with Dean. Dean had made some comment to James about his live being over, but he congratulated the two in any case.

It was funny how life worked. Because there best friends were Lisa and James, Dean and Cas found themselves constantly being forced to be in the same room. Christmas, birthdays, and whatever else came up. Sadly, Dean never changed. He was a man whore who had commitment issues. There was always a knew man or woman at every event. The man was just a pig. He even picked up one of the groomsman at their wedding, as if getting drunk wasn't enough.

Cas rolled his eyes as even more memories came to mind. Dean found it funny to be constantly messing with him. He didn't know how to keep his hands to himself and his mouth closed. He was always getting in the way, and putting his opinion in places it didn't belong. Cas was humiliated at last year's Christmas party when Dean told William (Cas' date) that Cas had a problem in bed. Dean even used his finger to demonstrate an erectile dysfunction.

Even now, Cas cheeks burned from the false accusation. Cas cleared his throat, pulling himself from his thoughts. Tomorrow was sure to have its downs do to Dean, but Cas, as always, was determined to keep his chin up. He loved Lisa and James, and that made the effort worth it.

...

"I can't believe he is one," Cas said, putting the top layer onto the rest of the cake.

Lisa smiled at him, touching his arm. "That's a great touch," she said, referring to the Car shaped cake.

"Yeah well, you know me," Cas replied, a proud smile on his face. He really outdid himself with this cake.

"Yep every annoying, overdoing, boring inch of you," Dean said, walking in behind James.

Cas rolled his eyes, but otherwise ignored the jab. He would get Dean back later. It's what they did. They were always going back and forth. It was like playing toss, but with words instead of a ball.

The rest of the party went on without any big problems. Cas found himself looking in from the outside with a smile on his face. He couldn't wait to have this. A family and friends with families. Lisa and James were pretty well off when it came to money, and so they lived in a nice big house, in a nice neighborhood. Yeah, he wanted it. He wanted what they had.

Cas looked across the back yard to where Dean was making out with some girl he had never seen before. At this point, Lisa had appeared at his side. "What a man whore," Cas commented, gesturing toward Dean. Lisa laughed, her dark hair falling off her shoulder as she did so.

"Yes he is," Lisa laughed again. "Can we get a picture of the two of you with Ben?" She put out her bottom lip, a plea in her eyes.

"Fine, but only because I love you." He looked back out the window and saw James inturrupting Dean's make out session. After a moment Dean nodded and followed James.

"Come on," Lisa said, and Cas followed her to where Dean was already waiting with Ben in his arms. They gathered close together, adjusting so that they were both holding Ben. The picture was taken quickly, and they both had to admit that it was a great picture of the three of them.

Both of them stayed to help with clean up. It was fun as they all sang and laughed. James kept telling corny jokes, and there was a few stories from His and Dean's collage days. Cas often forgot that they had only known each other since collage. The two seemed as close as him and Lisa, and they had been friends since the third grade.

By the end of the night they were all high on laughter. Cas kissed Lisa goodnight after agreeing to meet for lunch the day after the next. He looked over his shoulder at them, not knowing it was doing to be the last time.

...

Cas had just put bread into the oven when his cell rang. He was at his pastry shop, getting a head start on tomorrows pastries. He frowned at the number, because he didn't recognize it. He apologized to Anna (who had been talking his ear off) before putting the phone to his ear. "Hello?"

"Hello, is this Mr. Novak?" the woman on the other side enquired.

"Yes, this is he," Cas said, I small V forming between his brows.

The next few words the woman spoke caused Cas' heart to sink into his stomach. He felt a wave of nausea overtake him. Numbly, he hung up the phone. He excused himself, apologizing to a now concerned Anna, before running from the building.

They're going to be fine, Cas insisted to himself as he drove quickly to the hospital. He felt sick in the pit of his stomach, but chose to ignore it. They're going to be fine!

Cas ran up to the front desk, gently demanding an update. The man asked for the names of the patients as well as his relation to them. "I'm family," Cas told him, trying his best to remain calm, even though he felt like he would jump out of his own skin at any moment.

"There both in surgery on the fourth floor. There is a waiting room up there where you can wait." The man went on, giving Cas directions to the nearest elevator that went to that floor, as well as which waiting room he wanted.

Cas stood in the waiting room, looking out the huge window to the lake below. It was fall, and the trees below that crowded the lake were starting to turn the colors that accompanied the season. The room behind him was a nice one, as far as hospital waiting rooms went anyway. The room was bigger than he had expected. The carpet was blue, with purple swirling patterns. There were cushioned bench like chairs, facing the wall to his right. On the wall was a nice sized TV currently playing the news. It's going to be a rainy day tomorrow in case anyone was wondering. Along with the bench like chairs, there were also two small leather reclining chairs, and two tables near the window he stood in front of, with chairs tucked under them. Cas felt rather alone, standing in this room; looking out to the darkening sky.

"Any news?" a breathless voice asked from behind him. Cas turned to see Dean standing by the door to the room, worry was clear on his face. Odd, Cas had never seen worry there before.

Cas had to clear his throat before he could speak. "It's real bad Dean," he said, barley able to get louder than a whisper. He felt as if there were a lump in his throat. "The truck t-boned their Car. It hit on James side. The doctor…He said that James is lucky to be still alive." Cas' voice broke, and he covered his mouth with his hand. How could this be happening?

Dean took a deep breath, feeling like the world has stopped. "What about Ben? Is Ben okay?" he asked, his heart pounding in his chest at the idea what something so horrible could happen to someone so innocent.

Cas shook his head, happy to have at least something that was good. "Ben was with the babysitter. Lisa and James were on a date. Ben's fine."

Cas watched as Dean let out the breath he was holding. Dean walked up beside him, then looked out the window. "They'll be okay," Dean said, in a way that sounded like he was trying to convince both of them of it. Dean ran his hand down his face before taking Cas' hand. He squeezed it for a moment. "They have to be, right?"

….

That sat mostly in silence, neither knowing what to say that would over any comfort. Cas glanced at Dean, who had his elbows rested on his knees, and his face in his hands. Cas couldn't remember a time when he had seen Dean look so vulnerable.

Cas jumped up as a tired looking doctor walked into the room. "You have news?" Cas asked. Dean looked up at his question.

They could see the doctor take a deep breath. "I'm so sorry. We did everything we could. Their injuries were just to extensive," The doctor paused. "I'm so sorry," he added again. He hated this part of the job. It never got any easier telling people they've lost someone.

"Wait," Cas said, shaking his head back and forth like he was trying to shake out what the doctor had said. "Both of them?" he choked out. He breathed in, trying to bring air into his tight chest. A sob escaped his throat, and an arm came around him, alone with a voice he never thought he would want to hear in a moment like this.

"Shh," Dean said, hugging Cas close. Cas hugged back, holding on tightly to the only person who understood his pain. He didn't have to look up to know Dean was crying, because the tear that landed in his cheek was not his own.

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