AU fic based on the TV show 'Pushing Daisies'. You don't have to have seen the show to understand, but I'd recommend watching it simply because it's fabulous. The fic wont follow the plot of PD after the first chapter or so, and it'll be all supernatural characters. Rating might go up in later chapters I've not decided yet. Enjoy!

*I have no Beta so sorry in advance

Castiel Novak had always been different. On the 27th of August 1983 he was 9 years, 0 months, 7 days and 24 minutes old. This was the first time he brought anything back to life.

Kneeling by the side of the road he frowned. He leant over the squirrel that a speeding car had just sent flying, it's neck was bent at an odd angle, but he couldn't stop himself from placing a finger on it's little chest to feel for a heartbeat. As soon as the tip of his index finger touched the creatures chest, it leapt up and scampered away. Castiel gasped and jumped backwards, his mind reeling from the event that had just occurred. The child ran back to his house, and was not there to see a bird fall from a tree exactly one minute later.

The implications of Castiel's gift did not become clear to him until 43 hours later. He was sitting in the kitchen gazing out of the window at his friend Dean playing across the street. Just then, there was a crash behind him and turned to see his mother on the floor. She was dead. An artery had burst in her brain, flooding it with blood and killing her instantly.

Castiel glanced around. His brother and sister weren't home, he was alone. Cautiously he bent down and touched his mother on the cheek. Her glazed eyes became light again, and she smiled.

'Must have slipped, must me more careful.' She said. And with that she stood up and resumed cooking. Castiel sat quietly. He was never one to make a fuss, and continued to eat his dinner. But even at the tender age of 9 years, 0 months and 7 days, he was aware that he had just performed a miracle.

However across the road, Dean Winchester was about to have a very different day. He was playing with his younger brother Sam in the garden while his father was watering the plants. John smiled at his boys and playfully sprayed them with water. Exactly one minute after Castiel performed the miracle on his mother, his smile froze on his face, and he keeled over backwards. The spark was gone from his eyes, and John Winchester was dead. This is where Dean's day differs from Castiel's. While Castiel had brought his parent back to life with a touch, no amount of begging, crying or touching was to bring Dean's father back.

Castiel sat and watched as an ambulance arrived to collect his best friends father. He tried to convince himself that the man's death was not his fault. But he had a feeling it was. A life for a life.

Later that night Castiel received a goodnight kiss from his mother. It was the last he would ever receive from her. The second her lips touched his forehead she became cold. A spark of electricity jumped from her to him, and she fell back on the floor dead. For good this time.

And so it came to pass, that three days later Dean Winchester and Castiel Novak would spot each other through the crowd of mourners at the funerals of their respective parents. United by grief the two friends walked towards each other seeking comfort and reassurance. On impact the children held each other and cried, each seeking out the warmth of another soul who had just become an orphan. Eventually they had to part, and the boys returned to their respective siblings to plant the bodies of their parents in the ground.

Castiel would not see Dean for 19 years, 5 months and three days.