Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural in any way, or the very very painfully fantastic fanfiction Twist and Shout. Wish I did, though.
Dean rolled out of his bed- Not his bed, it was a motel bed, he reminded himself. He couldn't... Couldn't be in his house today. He looked at the calendar and closed his eyes, images of Cas burning behind his eyelids.
It had been four years since he lost Cas.
It felt like it was only yesterday. He could remember it so clearly. It hurt to remember.
He ran his fingers through his hair and sighed, going to the books he'd gotten from the local library and left on the dining table the night before. Books on creatures Dean thought didn't exist. Demons, ghouls, vampires, that sort of thing. He figured a bit of fantasy, a bit of unrealistic creatures would take his mind off the date. His mind off of Cas.
He read a particular bit about Demons. About Deals. Get anything you want for the price of your soul. Dean figured, if Demons were real, he could bring Cas back.
God, he wanted Cas back.
He went to a graveyard first. Not just any graveyard, no. The graveyard. He went to Cas's grave, falling to his knees and pressing his lips to the soft grass.
"I love you, Cas." He murmured into the grass, it felt faintly like soft wisps of hair for a moment. Like Castiels soft hair. He shook himself out of his thoughts and then pulled a glass jar, taking a bit of dirt from Castiels grave.
You wouldn't want to know how he acquired the black cats bone.
He pulled out a small tin box as he walked toward a crossroads near Sam and Jessica's house, putting the black cats bone, the graveyard dirt, and a Polaroid photo of himself in the tin, then looked up and realized he was at the crossroads. Now or never, he told himself.