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Sunlight filtered in through the window, sliding over white sheets and rumpled duvet. It was five fifteen in the morning, the alarm hadn't even gone off when blue eyes opened. A hand reached out from under the sheets to turn off the alarm before it went off, and the duvet ruffled as Castiel Novak pulled himself out of the bed. His bedroom was bare, as most of the apartment was, an alarm clock and framed photo sat on the bedside table. Cas' bare, pail body reflected the light easily as he moved to the bathroom to prepare for the day. He looked to the black and blue robes hanging on the back of the door to the bathroom. His seniors were to graduate this week, so he brought out the robes and left them in the bathroom for the wrinkles to steam out.
Cas was mentally brought back to his own senior year, to his graduation. How empty he felt there, knowing that Dean was god knows where, not calling him and Sam, not sending him letters like they had both promised... Castiel shook the thought from his head. He left the memory of the Winchesters behind him. It had been seventeen years, Dean wasn't coming back.
The sun had just risen, and finally the damn thing was dismembered. Sam rest the silver axe against his shoulder and let out a heavy breath, looking to his brother with a small chuckle as Dean leaned against a tree, holding his head as it had just stopped bleeding. "Damn that thing was hard to get." Sam said, causing Dean to laugh.
"That was my reaction at my first Wendigo too, Come on, let's get the hell out of here, I need some pie." Dean said pushing off the tree.
"There was a little diner we passed on the way in. By the school." Sam said as they started to walk.
Dean yawned and sighed. "They better have some damn good pie."
"We stayed in this town before, when we were younger. You remember?"
"Yeah."
"I wonder if Cas still lives here."
"I doubt it."
"Yeah."
The impala pulled into the diner next to a simple Honda and the Winchesters got out. Dean cleaned up his head already and the two were beyond ready to sit down, relax for some food, and then get some sleep before leaving again. Walking into the door they headed to a booth and waited for a woman in a pastel green shirt to come up to them and ask between large shews of a probably flavorless gum what they want. As she left the two took in the scene around them and saw only one other person in the diner. A man with messy black hair and a beige trench coat stood at the counter, talking with the man at the counter. "At least it's almost over." The man said with a laugh. The dark haired man shook his head with a smile.
"Yeah, I'll see you, Jimmy. Can't be late for class or anything. Last day of finals for the underclassmen." The man said, standing. "I'll see you tomorrow."
As he walked away Sam started to loose interest and went back to watching Dean scarf his pie. "Hey, Castiel!" Suddenly Sam and Dean froze at the same time and turned their head to look. "Have this one on the house." Jimmy said, holding out a to go cup of coffee.
Castiel laughed and walked back across the diner to take it. "Thanks, Jimmy. I'll need it." He said, taking the cup and turning to leave. Castiel looked to the two, squinting a tad, after all they looked familiar before nodding to them. "Good morning." The brothers just stared at Castiel with large eyes until the teacher finally shrunk away out the door. He went to his car and caught sight of the impala. No... it couldn't be... Castiel looked through the window of the diner back to the boys, and watched them talk and shook his head. It couldn't be. Getting into his car he tried to clear his head for class before he got to the school.