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AN: I have worked on this for a while but I wasn't sure if I should post it or not. I have overcame my fears and decided what the hell. Please review. There is more to come that I already have written. Enjoy! Beta'd by TheAngelsHaveTheFandoms.

Chapter One

Coming Home

It's been fifteen years since Castiel Novak left his father's home in Colby County, Georgia. Fifteen long years of fighting against the green eyes that broke him. He always told himself that he was stronger than his father, but in reality he was just as weak, hiding from a ghost that haunted his memories. However, unlike his father, he didn't leave at the first chance. He stayed until it was time to start school at Columbia, and he didn't stay away for 25 years. He would come back for important holidays and events and sometimes during the summer. He hasn't talked to Dean Winchester since his father's wedding night, but he saw him everywhere. He was truly haunted. But a lot has happened in fifteen years and he had shed the identity that he picked up in Colby. He was no longer the teenager that followed his best friend around like a lost puppy. He was a new man. He was now Dr. Castiel Novak MD. He was a general surgeon, but truly loved family practice.

His first few years back in New York were hard, so he drowned his pain with physical pain. He started with a few piercings. His lip, tongue, and two in his right ear. He became friends with the guy, Benny Lafitte, who did his piercings and Castiel let him talk him into getting his first tattoo. He settled on a full set of angel wings. The base started at the end of his shoulder blades and fanned out, tipping out down his arms and around his sides, and had a fantastic black shade on them. They were magnificent and even looked real, like they could pop off his back and lift him into the air. He loved the sting and burn from the needle and later had sleeves done on both arms. He let Benny design them with only a few opinions from Castiel. The only color in any of it was an emerald green ribbon that wrapped around his right arm. Benny did a great job adding it to the design. When he asked Castiel about it all he would tell Benny that it was a reminder.

Castiel was a Psychology Major with pre med classes. After four years at Columbia he was accepted into Harvard medical school and graduated not far from the top of his class. He put everything he had in him into his school. He had a few girlfriends and he had Benny for a few years, and this law student while he was in medical school, with beautiful green eyes that reminded him of Dean's. But try as he may, he could never make anything work.

His father, Chuck, called him about six months ago when the doctor in town had announced that he planned on retiring and that the town would need a new doctor in the next year or two. Chuck wanted his son to come home and the town needed a doctor, so why not Cas? He told Chuck that he would have to think about it. And he did. It wasn't an easy decision, but he chose to come back.

He sighed as he pulled on to the familiar road heading back to Shadow Grove; forty minutes later he was pulling into the Novak Manor drive way. It was still just as beautiful and old fashion as it had been sixteen years ago when he and his father pulled in for the first time.

Castiel sat beside father in the back of an airport taxi as it pulled onto a long red clay road that led to the Novak's family manor. The manor was a beautiful house built before the civil war. It was a two story plantation home with an overhang supported by four strong pillars and a porch and balcony. It seemed like it demanded its own respect. It sat behind two rows of old majestic oak trees. Castiel couldn't help but think that they had stepped into "Gone with the Wind" or something.

Castiel smiled at the memory that was playing in his mind. He was miserable that summer, but it was by far his best year in high school. He drove around to the back of the house. His father had done some remodeling on the house, and the car port had been expanded. Thank God he thought there was no way he was going to leave his 2015 Bentley Continental GT sitting out unprotected. She may be almost ten years old but she cost more than a small home. He took pride in her. She was a spectacular silver that shimmered in the sunlight a little dusty now thanks to the dirt roads and no rain. He felt his stomach hit the floor boards as he pulled up to the car port and noticed a black 1967 Chevy Impala sitting in the empty spot. "Son of a bitch" he cursed quietly. Fifteen years of randomly coming home and the day he moves back Dean just so happens to be here. Maybe I should just leave go down the road and wait for Dean to leave. But as the thought crossed his mind he reminded himself that he was a damn Novak, and Novak's do not run from ex-whatever they had been because they don't want to face them. He checked his reflection in the mirror. "As good as it's gonna get" he said, trying to get his unruly bed head to lie somewhat flat. "Might as well get this over with" he finished as he pulled himself out of the car and walked up to the house.

It hadn't changed much from the last time he was here. He figured that what had, he could accredit Ellen for. He loved the charm his stepmother brought to the place. He walked through the foray headed toward the voices coming from the living room. He paused a second as he heard an all too familiar hearty chuckle ring out from the room. It's gonna be fine. It's gonna be fine. Just breathe, Castiel. He told himself over and over slowly walking the last few steps to the doorway.