Castiel Novak loved his car, everything about it made him feel like having an orgasm just thinking about it. His job gave him so much more money than he knew what to do with, so naturally he had to have the car that matched him to a t. And this puppy did. The deep valleys in the hood, narrow body, and large engine reminded him so much of himself he almost want to marry it. The grey 2014 Chevy Corvette Stingray had everything; leather interior, heated seats, a 7 inch GPS panel that had Pandora, Skype, and his iTunes downloaded into it automatically, all the bells and whistles that anyone could have ever wanted. If he could he would marry this car.

And that is the precise reason why he almost murdered a man not 10 minutes ago for crashing into the tail end of the car. Castiel was furious, actually more than furious, he no longer had fury or rage on his mind, he was downright murderous at this point. If it hadn't been for Gabriel Speight, his closest friend being in the car with Castiel as he showed off the new love of his life, this man would have been dead.

It was drizzling lightly over Seattle as usual, Castiel normally didn't mind but today it only fueled his anger as he stared at the pavement under his boots. Gabriel walked over to Castiel who was leaning on the hood of the car stroking it gently, "Cassie, relax. You have the best insurance in the world." Gabriel handed him the man's information. "This man, Gordon Walker," Gabriel looked to the paper quickly and back to Castiel. "He is accepting full blame for the incident. The police just want your side of the accent for records. We'll send this into the body shop, you'll get a new bumper and we'll just take my car into work for a week or so okay?" The smaller man slapped his friends shoulder firmly and smiled. "It's going to be fine." He looked over Castiel shoulder to the church behind them.

"Hey Cassie," Castiel looked over to the brown haired short man not saying a word. "Isn't that your brother's church?" Castiel turned around and looked across the street.

Castiel sighed in utter defeat, "Yes. That's his." Moving off of the car and looking for traffic as he began to cross the street.

"You two are talking again?" Gabriel shouted from the car.

"Yeah, he apologized a few weeks back. He told me his God spoke to him and said it wasn't his place to judge me. I'm going to go say hi, be back in a few minutes Gabe." He shouted from across the street.

"What the hell man!" Gabe said standing open arms a little offended. "You don't tell you best friend anything you know?!"

Castiel grinned widely as he entered the quite church. It was well insulated and warm inside making Castiel shiver as he was welcomed into the large warm church. Father Michael Novak was his older brother and the priest of the North Garrison Church, and by far he was the most accepting priest Castiel had ever met. He accepted Castiel for who he was truly, and thankfully he never had to lie to his brother. Although even as his older brother hated Castiel's job, as long as Castiel gave Michael's church some money here and there Michael usually never talked to him about it.

"Ah! Castiel!" A pleasantly happy voice rang through the church as he began to light a small candle at the entrance before crossing the small arch into the bigger room.

Michael was making his way down the aisle with open arms towards Castiel when he spotted him. "Michael!" He spoke eagerly and almost jumped into his arms from excitement, he hadn't seen his brother since Michael apologized for criticizing his homosexuality a few weeks back. "Hey I missed you." They held each other at arm's length; Castiel looked his brother up and down, and even though Michael was dressed completely in black apart from his white collar he knew something was different. "Did you lose some weight?" He said raising a brow with a knowing grin. "You started my orange diet didn't you?!" He was so excited his brother showed so interest in what said a few weeks back.

"Yeah, it's difficult but that fat around the side of my triceps are gone completely." He smiled wide down to Castiel. And brought him in for another hug, "You know I really am sorry for what I said that day. I take it all back completely."

Castiel pulled back from Michael and smiled running his hand roughly though his brother's dark black hair. "I told you I'm not mad about that anymore."

"I assume you have another reason to come here? The church isn't exactly close to where you live." In fact Michael's church was on the opposite side of town.

"I didn't plan on coming here; I got in an accident outside the church in my brand new car." Castiel pointed to the door.

"You got a new car? Can I see it?!" Castiel knew Michael was itching to see it the moment he said 'new car'.

"Actually I don't have time to show you the whole car but maybe I can come by next week when the car gets fully repaired and show you the whole car?"

Disappointment seeped off of Michael, "Okay. By hey since you're over would you mind confessing any sins?" Michael was never one to push; he would only offer options for you, which in his case made rejecting him more difficult than doing a heart transplant on a butterfly.

"I have work in like 30 minutes," he looked down to his phone and put it back in his pocket. "Would you mind if I came by with Gabe tonight after we're done?" Michael nodded with a smile on his face and told his brother to hurry up and get to work.

Castiel bounced happiness out of the church and down the stairs before looking to his car again with a murderous glare. "Come on Gabe let's go to work!" He forced a smile and got into his car driving away.

"Jo!" Dean Winchester called after his girlfriend with anger laced in his voice as she stomped up the staircase. "Jo! What did I do this time?!" Dean and Jo's relationship had always been forced but somehow 5 years seemed to slip by right before his eyes. Now every week they seemed to fight, if it wasn't about the stress of their relationship it was about the color of the curtains in the living room.

"You know damn well what you did this time!" Jo barked from the top of the staircase at Dean.

"No, I don't. Because every time, every FUCKING TIME, you seem to believe I have telekinesis!"

"I bet if your whore of a mother was alive you would know what you did wrong. And it's telepathy you douche!"

That was the final straw that broke Dean's self-control; if he didn't leave his house would have another broken window and a hole in the wall. "I don't give a flying fuck what it's called." Dean bit back through his teeth leaving the foot of the staircase and heading for the door gathering up his keys and jacket from the hook.

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Jo recognized this habit of his when she would push him a little too far. "Say hi to Sam for me." She called out in her 'HA! I beat you' happy voice.

"Go to hell you fucking BITCH!" He slammed the door behind him. Within moments Dean was flying down the street in his black '67 Chevy Impala, the car his father left him when he and his mother passed away when he passed 18 years ago in a car accident. He had just turned 34 last week but he never felt a day older than 16 when he drove his Baby.

Taking in a deep breath as he unclenching his hands from the steering wheel, Dean slowly approached the stop sign at the end of his road. Taking a quick look in his rearview mirror for any up following cars, Dean placed the car into park and closed his eyes gently fighting to hold back painful tears. Even though his parents died 18 years ago, the wound seemed too fresh when he would step back into his father's car.

He reached into his pocket and dialed Sam, his little brother who honestly should have been the older brother in their relationship. It always seemed like Sam had his shit together when Dean didn't, Sam was a lawyer for one of the bigger firms in Settle, Washington; he was married to his beautiful and faithful wife of 10 years, Jessica; and a year old baby boy, Adam. Sam's life was almost picture perfect, if it weren't for his parent's death. "Dean?" Sam's concerned voice rang through the small speaker; Sam never answered the phone any differently when he called, it was always unease that filled his voice.

"Hey Sammy." Dean tried to pull a fake smile across his face and steady his breathing.

"Dean what's wrong?" Was he really that repetitive with his calls?

"Nothing's wrong Sam." Dean joked trying to keep the fakeness to a minimum.

Sam paused on the phone you could practically hear his bitch face, "Something is always wrong when you call. Is it Jo?"

"Am I really that transparent?"

"Yes. When you call me something is always wrong it has been for 2 years now."

"Me and Jo have been together for 2 years."

"Exactly, now what is it? Did she cheat on you again?"

"No. No. Wait, what? Again.?" Dean jerked up and checked around him again, up to the rearview mirror, no one behind him still.

"No, never mind. What happened?"

Dean leaned against the door and took a ragged breath. "We were having another fight, for the third time this week. We were shouting and then she pushed it a little too far."

The phone was silent, "Did you hit her?"

"No. But I wish I could have. She called our mother a whore. I couldn't stand to look at her face any longer and I just left. Now we're here." The two sat in silence over the phone.

"Do you need a place to stay?"

"Ya."

"Okay, but first I need you to try something. Just for me."

"Sammy." Dean warned softly, he wasn't in a mood to be shitting around right now.

"Dean, I know you don't like it but I want you to just give it a try. It may help you."

"Sam, I'm not going to go pray for our relationship."

"No, don't pray. I want you to go see a priest I met a few days ago. He's really nice, very accepting of people. He doesn't judge, he says it's not his place to judge only to help. And I believe he can give you some advice. Better advice than I could give you."

Dean bit his finger in anguish as he contemplated his options; sleeping in the car and crying or his dead parents or going to a priest, getting some crap advice, and go to Sam's house and sleeping in an actual bed? Damn it. "Fine. Who is he and where is this church?"

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A/N: This is my first Supernatural fanfiction ever so be gentle with me.