A/N: Hey :) This is my first fanfiction :)) To shortly explain the title: There were originally two versions of this fanfiction with two different ends. My girlfriend had to choose between both of them. She chose this one as her birthday present ^-^

So, enjoy reading and please review :)


Chapter 1: Notebook

"Here you are" Dean said exhausted throwing a black-red covered notebook at his guardian angel Castiel whom he has known for almost six years by now.

They became "friends" by the time. It wasn't "Dean & Sam" anymore as it always was. It was "Dean, Sam and that-awkward-freak-who's-always-by-their-side-how's-he-called?-dude". Well, he was mostly around Dean, to be exactly. They weren't in some kind of gay-relationship. They were just friends even when it seemed like forced due to Castiel's heroic rescue. Short, Dean was in hell due to a deal with a demon. Castiel saved him and since then he was his guardian angel.

However, that black-red covered book was just as normal as Dean flirting with almost every attractive woman he met. It wasn't one of these satanic bibles or a collection of "how-to-hunt-ghosts,vampires,demons-and-other-monsters"-guide as Castiel suspected. It was empty and plain normal.

"Busy yourself a bit. You are just so annoying when you are all around me ALL THE FUCKING TIME! Make something out of the book. A sketch-book, a diary … whatever. Just leave me alone" Dean was obviously annoyed and furious. Castiel looked neutral at him but you could see the guiltiness deep hidden in his "beautiful blue eyes" as Dean always told himself in his mind.

"What am I supposed to do with it? Sketch-book .. hmpf. I can't draw. Diary … as if. I mean, memories stay forever in your head. Don't the? I don't understand." Castiel said silently. To do Dean a favor he asked Sam, Dean's younger brother, for advice.

Sam has hidden himself in a dark room. He was doing some research. Apparently something happened a few days ago which caught Sam's attention. Castiel found himself next to a big shelf filled with dusty, old books. The only light in the room came from the laptop in front of Sam. He was focused on his papers and didn't notice Castiel enterig the room.
When he finally recognized Castiel's appearence he could only see his outline.

"Sam..." began Castiel "I need your help with something." One could hear his uncertainty in his low voice.

"Eh … yeah … sure but maybe in an hour or so? I'm quite busy, you see?" Sam pointed at the table in front of him which was covered by countless sheets of paper and the only light source in the room.

"Yeah, I see but it won't take much time. Just a second." Castiel's cold eyes went a bit bigger. He then started glancing at him with puppy eyes which he must have learned from Dean.

"Ok. I'm counting." Sam sighed.

"I need to know how one writes a diary." Castiel said nervously.

"First, you write the date. Then you start your entry. Perhaps with "Dear Diary, ..." Many people do this. And then you write what happened that day. Was it helpful to you?" Sam replied.
"Hm yes … thanks" Castiel answered.

Sam turned back towards his work and left Castiel by himself. Castiel still was a bit confused and looked around to find … nothing. Nothing but blackness. He grabbed onto another table in hope to find a pen so he could begin to write his diary. Successfully, he walked out of the room being proud of himself because he didn't bumped into something due to the complete darkness.

Right in the moment he left the room he looked down on his hands holding a pen that hadn't been blue or black. Neither was it green or anything manly. It was pink. He sighed.

"Alright …. that will do too." Castiel said heading outside the building and into a Diner restaurant. Where he began to write.