Hello... It's me... I was wondering if after all these years you'd like to meet and go over everything...

Ok, I'm done I promise. But seriously, it's been a while since I've actually written a story with a plot. But then again, I don't post much on here, so I don't expect you to actually keep up with my stories.

Firstly (if that's a word) I'd like to send my apologies to the people I promised to beta read for but then (as usual for me) never got back to them. It's my worst habit that I can't seem to break, I never finish anything I start. Which leads into my second apology. If, for some crazy reason, you read and liked any of my past stories and wanted updates, I'M SO SORRY. I don't know why I do this thing, but every time I start a story that would require a couple or a lot of chapters I never actually finish them, whether I plan them out or if I just randomly post something. And since I've done this, I've had this awful guilt of damn you really should've finished that... and I'm so sorry! I don't get why I do this thing, it's just that I get bored, or I don't feel like writing that day. I love writing, it's what I want to do, it's what I want to be, but I can't do that if I can't finish what I start. I need to fix it. So I'm asking your help. If you read this story and enjoy it, leave a review or PM me saying that I NEED to continue, because I feel like I just won't if I don't get the constant reminder that people are actually reading them. I promise you that I'm not asking for reviews so that I can gloat or get more attention, I'm asking so that I can help you and so I can entertain you. Please help me break my habit. Thanks!

"It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything."- Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club

Prologue

"Castiel, I need to see you in my office."

There was a sinking feeling in his stomach as he stepped into the dimly lit room.

"Please, take a seat."

Castiel saw a dark red leather chair in front of a desk and sat down. There hadn't been many times when Castiel had been in here, so he wasn't quite accustomed to the stench of cigarettes and the dust in the air that made him gag.

There was a squeaking sound as his boss sat in the chair behind the desk. Mr. Milton pushed himself towards the desk and clasped his hands on the top of it, looking at Castiel with a pitying look. "Listen, Castiel, I know you've been going to through a rough time lately…" He paused, as if wondering what to say next, "and the company, we really feel for you, and you have my condolences for the loss of your brothers… And we believe that it would be in your best interest to find a new line of work, maybe something less stressful, something a little more… calming."

Castiel stared forwards at the man, he saw this coming, it happened to anybody in the company that had some kind of loss, the management didn't want to put up with them moping around so they'd fire them.

Still, Castiel didn't want to go, he'd tried hard to stay on task and act normally, but it didn't seem to matter to them. "Please sir, I'm coping fine." He tried, almost begged.

Mr. Milton looked down at his hands, sighing and shaking his head, "No, Castiel, I don't think you are. You're trying to cover up your sorrows with work and that's not healthy, and - even though some people don't believe it - we care about our employees."

"No… Mr. Milton-"

"I'd like your desk to be cleared by the end of the week." Mr. Milton stood abruptly, deciding that would be the end of their meeting.

Castiel watched him leave the office, his eyes full of despair. He wasn't overworking himself to try to hide the sadness. He was overworking himself to try to pay the bills his brothers could no longer help him with.

-Thanks for reading- ER