A/N: Yay! Chapter two! Uhm. I don't have much to say, other than the fact that I still need a beta for this, so if you're interested, the offer still stands...


Dean Winchester wasn't quite sure of the relationship he and Castiel Milton had. They'd been best friends all through highschool and college, and now, seven years after graduating highschool, they were living in an apartment together. No, not together in a romantic way. At least, not yet. Or that's what Dean kept telling himself.

You see, Dean had been in love - no, that's too much...Dean had been severely crushing on Castiel since the end of highschool, when the two had gone to college together.

Dean had finally worked up the courage to tell Cas how he felt, and Cas had laughed at him slightly and asked him why he'd taken so long to say something before pressing a light kiss to his lips.

All of that had happened the night before.

It wasn't all that unusual for the two to not see each other in the morning, before work, as Dean had to get up earlier than Cas did. But when Cas failed to show up at the apartment after work that night, Dean knew something was wrong.

He went to bed still wondering where Cas was. Cas did disappear every once in awhile, so he wasn't too worried. But Cas usually let Dean have some sort of heads up beforehand.

The next morning, Cas still wasn't home. Now was the time to get seriously worried.

Dean pushed these thoughts aside for a moment when his phone rang. Not bothering to look at the caller ID, he answered. "Hello?"

A strangled gasp was all he heard before the voice of Anna Milton, Cas' older sister, choked out, "It's Castiel. He's been hit by a car and -" she broke off, sniffles coming down the line.

"And what?" Dean demanded, "And what, Anna?"

"He's dead," she whispered, so quiet Dean almost didn't hear her. "My brother is dead."