The August sun was in zenith, the breeze making the leaves rustle and taking some of them off. The forest was silent by the road that was barely used. The ground was still wet from the rain that was falling the whole night but stopped before the sun rose up. The roam of an engine could be heard from the distance.

A black car rushed through the fallen leaves making them twirl behind it and fall back down on the old road. The car's windows were open and an old song played aloud. Both of the men tapped their fingers in the beat of the song. The two brothers were silent during the song until another came and they didn't like it.

"Should I change it?" asked the younger brother, who was sitting in the passenger's seat, reaching for the off button. The big brother nodded. He turned the switch to the right and the music stopped, "You hungry, Dean?" he asked again and stared at his brother, waiting for a response.

"I'm good, Sammy…" Dean glanced at the forest from the window next to him, "Let's just go, do the job and go back to Bobby, okay?" Dean looked at Sam and then back at the road. Sam huffed and leaned back on his seat.

Dean was at pain. His eyes still showed pain from last night, his eyebrows joined into a frown. His head hurt like Hell, though not exactly. He blinked and gripped the steering wheel harder, the leather wrinkling under his fingers, 'Damn it,' he thought and frowned more.

…

Bobby's basement was dark and smelled like mold. The only thing that could be heard was Dean's muffled whimpers. No one even bothered to come and check on him, see if he is okay. He started looking around after he heard someone talking, he was sure it was his angel.

Dean slowly stood up, supporting himself against the wall. He took a step forward and turned around to check behind him. But, there was no one there. He turned back to face the stairs but again, he was alone. He didn't give up; he could've sworn he heard Castiel's voice. Dean could hear Cass and see him miles away, then, why did he miss him now?

"Come on, Cass… I know it was you…" he turned around and went to another room door to see if Cass was there. He opened the door quickly and went inside; there was no sign of the angel. "Please..." he went back to the stairwell. He slammed his palm on his forehead and tears started falling down faster and his crying became louder.

Dean moved his fingers through his hair and clenched his teeth tighter. He could hear the rain getting stronger and thunder getting louder, which only made him feel worse.

"I need you, Cass… Damn it!" he yelled and kicked a chair that was in front of him. The chair slid on the floor and hit a wall that was on the other side of the basement, falling on the side afterwards. He wiped his tears onto his palms and frowned, "That's it… You've done it, Cass…" he inhaled deeply and looked at the ceiling "I'll take you back… You'll be mine again," he took the towel off of his shoulders and wiped his face.

While Dean was making a determination, a dark figure appeared behind him. It was no one else but the angel. Cass stood there with a sad frown while a tear slid down his right cheek and another one after. Now, he was invisible for a human eye so he went to Dean and stood in front of him, staring at his face.

"I'm sorry, Dean…" he looked down at his feet and then back at Dean, "I love you," he lifted himself on his toes and kissed Dean's lips and quickly moved away, "Goodbye," he vanished.

Dean felt like something, or someone, touched his lips. Dean knew the softness of his angel's lips and he had felt it now. Then, where's Cass? Where is he when Dean needs him the most?

Dean remained in the basement for an hour more, to calm down. When he came back to the room where Sam and Bobby were, he saw them already asleep. He smiled and closed the basement door behind him.

…

After two hours of driving, brothers arrived to Springfield, Illinois. They've settled in a motel and got ready for an interrogation of the witnesses and family. They were both in business suits, Dean with a blue tie and Sam with a red one. Both of them took their fake FBI badges and went to the Impala which was parked next to the hotel.

"Here's the address," Sam gave Dean a small piece of paper. Dean nodded and opened the door of the car. He leaned on its roof.

"Listen, you go talk to the people the victim knew and I'll go check the body, got it?" he pointed at Sam and Sammy nodded slightly. They both entered the car and slammed the doors. After a quick drive, Dean left Sam in front of a small house and drove his way to the hospital.

Sam took a deep breath before knocking on the door of a small house where Dean left him thirty seconds ago. He took out his fake FBI badge and held it tightly in his left hand; after knocking three times on the white door he took a step back. After a couple of seconds, a woman opened the door and had to lift her head up to look Sam in the face. He smiled, making the woman smile too.

Dean parked in front of the hospital, took the key and placed it in his pocket. He went inside and smiled to the lady at the reception. She nodded when Dean showed her the badge and escorted him to the elevator pressing the basement button. Dean flirted with her and she, like all the other girls, gave him her phone number.

When the nurse left him he crumbled the paper and shoved it in his pocket. The elevator dinged, reminding him to exit and go to the hospital's morgue. He showed the badge to the doctor, and since the he didn't believe that Dean was with the FBI, Dean had to show the badge again. After the doctor's face relaxed and filled with slight trust, he took a step backwards, allowing Dean to come closer to the covered body on the table.

"Can you tell me the results of the autopsy, doctor?" Dean pointed at the dead girl's body and raised his eyebrows.

"Didn't you read my-"

"Yes, I did. I just need the results from you…" Dean smiled and the doctor raised an eyebrow slightly. He took a few steps towards the body and uncovered the half of the body. Dean got disgusted and took a step back, covering his nose because of the terrible smell.

"As you can see, her heart is missing," on that Dean approached the body again and leaned his hand to the right, "Poor thing… It must've been an animal attack," doctor said and looked at the curious Dean.

"Yeah, must have been," he looked at the man across the table, "Anything else unusual, doc?" he raised his eyebrows again.

"Well, yes. It is quite strange…" he went to the girl's feet and moved the sheets upwards, "Her feet were bitten out," when Dean saw that her feet were ripped out he looked away.

"Thank you for your time," he said it fast and turned around, starting to walk towards the door.

"Wait!" the man yelled and the empty room echoed. Dean turned around and looked at the man who was uncovering something else. Dean came back to the table and continued to stare at the old man, "There is something else," he pointed at her fingernails, "We have found hair under her nails and there was no match with any person. Later, we searched it in the animal hair and the results were matched…" he looked up at Dean "The computer said that it was…" he leaned closer to Dean and so did he "…a wolf!" the doctor whispered at Dean's ear.

"Have you searched maybe other organization's files?" Dean moved away "I mean, there is no possible way that it was a wolf…" Dean faked the surprise and looked at the dead girl again.

"Yes, yes we did. We found one match but, the man we found is dead. Long time ago, even before I was born," doctor covered the girl and looked at Dean again, "There is no possible way that he is alive…" he shook his head while Dean was looking around the place and then back at the old man.

"Say, doc, could you possibly give me the name of the man you've found?" doctor widened his eyes and Dean only smiled.

…

Dean was sitting in his Impala, waiting for Sam to come from the library. He tapped his finger on the steering wheel and looked around the town. Sam opened the door, making Dean look at him. Sam sat down and slammed the door behind him, he was carrying some files with him, he turned to Dean and gave them to him.

"You were right, this is a werewolf… But, I don't understand how the man is dead and she had his hair under her fingernails," Sam sighed and looked in front of them; a lot of people were crossing the street to go to the library.

"Did the guy have kids?" Dean gave Sam back the files after looking inside of them. Sam opened a file and listed through some papers.

"No, the guy was married but unfortunately the wife couldn't have kids…" Sam flipped through more papers and read the information fast.

"Well, isn't that too bad?" Dean chuckled and started the Chevrolet. He placed it in reverse and went back a bit; he looked at Sam again and then started driving back to the motel, "Anything else?" he undid his tie a bit and placed his hand on his thigh.

"Got complains and nothing… He cheated on his wife... And, that's it," Sam closed the file and placed the stack of papers on the cockpit of the car.

"Wait, he cheated on his wife?" Dean stopped on red light and looked at his brother whose eyebrows were joined in confusion. Sam grabbed the folder and opened the file again; he flipped the papers quickly to find that information once more.

"Yeah, says right here, in the court report. Got divorced because of that…" he looked at Dean. The light changed to green and Dean started driving again.

"Does the woman have a name?" Dean took a turn to the left and glanced at Sam. Sam nodded and closed the file to open another one.

"Michelle Smith," Sam scoffed and looked at Dean "Sounds like a good girl…" he chuckled and looked back at the road. They were already approaching the hotel, "Should I check her out?" he looked back at Dean.

"She's all yours," Dean parked the car next to the motel and took the keys out, this time keeping them in his hands. Both of them exited the car and went to their room, Sam unlocking the door. Dean went straight to the bathroom and locked the door behind him.

"You okay Dean?" Sam knocked on the door twice and Dean moved away from the door quickly.

"Yeah, yeah… I'm fine… Just, bad lunch…" Dean chuckled nervously and rubbed his fingers onto his lips a couple of times, "Go search on that Michelle and don't worry about me," he turned to the mirror. He placed his palms on the edge of the sink and stared at himself at the mirror. He heard heavy footsteps going away from the door; Dean made a long, deep sigh and lifted his palms off of the sink.

Dean walked around the bathroom, brushed his hair a couple of times and then leaned against the wall. He stared at the wall across him, lost in his own thoughts, 'I want this to end already…' he cried inside of him, all the time, 'No more of this!' he always thought like that but, there was always more, and more… He moved away from the wall and rubbed his forehead a couple of times. Dean was confused, all so confused after it.

Dean turned his head to the left and looked at himself in the mirror again; he got disgusted and clenched his fists. He wanted to smash the mirror, break it into tiny pieces and never look at his reflection again. He didn't like himself any more, he actually hated himself. After what he did, he was useless. That night, that damned night!

Dean never thought that it will be the night to ruin everything, they had it all planned and they knew, both of them knew that it will work out, 'It's all my fault!' he screamed inside. Dean's teeth gritted while he stared at himself in the mirror. He needed to focus, he can't think of these things now! He is on a job; he needs to neglect the thoughts for a bit… Just a bit…

The water flushing made Sam look up at the bathroom door and then at his watch. The door opened and Dean came out of the bathroom with a fake disgusted look on his face.

"Wow, fifteen minutes… It's a new record," Sam chuckled and looked at Dean who sat on a chair across Sam. Dean nodded and took the beer that was on the table, "That… was mine…" Sam said while Dean drank the whole bottle, "I'll get another one…" Sam stood up and went to the fridge to get another bottle of cold beer.

"You need any help with the research?" Dean asked and placed the empty bottle back on the table. He turned to Sam who was closing the fridge door with his foot.

"No, I just need a couple of hours to find everything, that's all," he came back to his laptop and opened the bottle. Sam leaned on his wooden chair and looked at the computer screen.

"Good, I'll go grab myself something to eat…" Dean stood up and jingled the car keys in his hand. Sam nodded not looking away from his screen. Dean opened the door quickly and slammed it behind him, making Sam flinch and look at the front door. Sammy shook his head and took a sip from his beer.

Dean was sitting in the driver's seat and steered the car with his right hand. He was finally alone, finally. He was gripping his pants with his left hand; tighter and tighter the more he remembered what happened that night. It felt like Hell, loosing Castiel. Maybe even more than that, Dean was devastated. He looked around the street to see the people around him, hoping that he will see a familiar face.

And as just as he hoped, he saw one. A pretty familiar one indeed. The tires of the impala screeched as Dean hit the breaks, stopping in front of no one else but him. Dean stared at the man in a long trench-coat who was staring at the sky. Dean's mouth was open for him to speak up but, nothing came out. 'Cass' the name that he loves so much never left his mind.

The blue eyes searched the sky for something unknown to the guardian angel. The angel's eyes and head moved to see what was in front of him. He saw no one else but the one he always thinks about. 'Dean.' The name echoed in the angels mind. Both of them staring directly into each others eyes. So many things to say but, not one to come out.

Dean's and Cass' eyes were filling with tears. Both of them holding up not to cry in front of one another. The engine of the car was still going but, neither of them cared. They didn't dare to look away and act like neither of them saw each other. After a while of thinking what to say Dean closed his mouth and Cass' surprise disappeared from his face, his serious one came back.

Castiel lifted his head up and nodded at Dean. Dean didn't understand what was going on and opened his mouth to speak up the nickname he gave to his guardian. At that Castiel, the angel of the lord, disappeared from Dean's sight. Dean's eyes widened and his mouth closed, he lowered his head and looked at his hands on the leather seat.

Dean screamed in his car, people staring at him like he was crazy. Even Dean himself thought that he was going crazy. Cass was gone, the only chance he had to talk to Cass and place things right was gone. The only thing Dean didn't know was that the angel was still there, not controlling his tears. Cass couldn't just go away from him, he never could. He loved him too much to just go.

Cass zapped himself on the back seat of the car and watched the hopeless Winchester screaming and crying on his seat. Cass could not control himself anymore; he had to place his hand on Dean's. He slowly slid it down the seat and joined his fingers with Dean's. Dean felt that, he lifted his hand and Cass quickly moved his away.

Cass hated feeling like this, he didn't like this crying. He always convinced himself that it was his vessel, Jimmy, who was crying but he was only fooling himself. Dean was someone very dear to him; it all started just for being his guardian, the one who took him out of Hell. Without even realizing what he was doing, Castiel fell in love with Dean. He had to get out of there! He has to leave Dean alone! On that, he completely disappeared.

Dean stared at his hand; he thought that he was delusional, that he actually felt Cass' hand on his. His sight was blurred from the tears in his eyes. He quickly wiped them away when his phone started playing his favorite song. He quickly took his black flip-phone and opened it to see who was calling. It was no other but Sam. He clicked the answer button and placed the phone on his ear.

…

Twenty minutes later, Sam and Dean were in front of a huge house. They nodded at each other and exited their car, wearing suits again. Dean checked for his gun and badge while Sam knocked on the door three times, like he always does. After a while of waiting, a teenager opened the door for them and looked up at the smiling men.

"Hello. We are here to see Jim Thompson," Sam smiled and the kid only looked annoyed, on that Dean placed his serious face back on.

"That's me… Come on in…" he moved away from the door and walked inside, Dean and Sam following him. Dean closed the door with his foot without anyone seeing him. While Sam and Jim talked in the living room, Dean went on exploring the whole house. He looked everywhere but nothing peeked his interest. He went back to the living room.

"Hey, Jim, where is your kitchen? I need some water…" Dean chuckled nervously and the kid pointed to Dean's left, "Oh, thank you," Dean walked away to the kitchen and looked around him. He opened the fridge and found nothing but normal ingredients and food. When he opened the freezer, the stench was horrible. In it were a lot of bags with something red in them. Dean covered his nose and took one bag, placing it in his jacket. "Cold, cold!" he whispered in pain and wiggled a couple of times.

Dean went back to his brother and the kid in the living room and waited for Sam to finish. Dean's eyebrows were up, giving Sam a clue to go. They both greeted the kid on their way out and went to the Impala. There, Dean took out the bag he placed in earlier.

"Is that what I think it is?" Sam pointed at the bag and Dean threw it at him which Sam caught with disgust.

"Let's find out, shall we?" Dean started the car and they drove off to their hotel. There, both of them changed into their normal clothes and started their research. Sam was on his laptop while Dean read their dad's journal.

"It says here that we only have this night to find out if Jim's a werewolf or not," Sam concluded and took a sip of his drink. Dean looked up at him and left the journal on the bed.

"Why is that?" Dean stood up from the bed and went to Sam.

"This is the last night that the moon is full… Unless you want to wait for next time," Sam looked up at Dean and scoffed. Dean went to his bed and took something from beneath his pillow. He took out a gun with a white handle. He quickly checked it for bullets and loaded it.

"Let's go, Sammy!" Dean yelled and went outside, quickly after Sam came behind him with another gun. "Silver bullets?" Dean asked him and Sam only nodded loading his gun. "Good, let's kill the son of a bitch!"

…

Dean and Sam separated for a better search. Dean heard a man's scream and started to run towards the sound. When he took a turn to another alley he saw a man struggling in another's arms. The one who was holding him was the kid from earlier, Jim Thompson, his eyes glowing blue. Dean pointed the gun straight at Jim and took a direct shot in the kid's left side, the bullet right into the heart of a werewolf.

Jim fell down to the ground and the man he was holding ran away. Dean ran quickly to Jim and grabbed his hand, kneeling in a small puddle. Jim was trying to catch his breath to say something but Dean was only shushing him.

"I'm sorry… I didn't mean to… I really didn't…" Jim opened his palm and in it was a little tube with dark hair in it. When Dean took the hair, Jim stopped breathing, his eyes still open. Dean covered teenager's eyes with his right hand and silenced for a moment.

"I'm sorry too, kid…" Dean stood up and placed the tube in his pocket. When he looked in front of him a man's blue eyes were staring directly at him. That startled Dean as he took few steps back and realized it was Castiel. Castiel's hand was open, he wanted something. Dean was hoping that it was him that he wants but he was wrong.

"I will take that…" Castiel's hand was pointing at Dean's pocket were the tube was. Cass struggled to maintain a serious face. Thunder stroke was loud and it was bringing rain with it. Dean didn't say a word, he just stared at Cass. He clenched his fists tightly - he was angry now.

"What the Hell is wrong with you?!" he finally yelled at Cass. Cass flinched and took a step back, "What was that today?! How could you just leave like that?!" he continued to yell and rain slowly started to fall on them. A bit by bit it became stronger. Cass was silent which made Dean even more pissed. Dean quickly approached him and grabbed his collar, lifting Cass up.

Dean started to cry and Cass didn't want to look at that crying face, it was too painful and it would make him cry too. Dean gripped Cass' collar harder and lifted Cass more upwards. Both of them stood there, rain falling on them hard and making their clothes get wet fast. The more Dean thought about it, the more it reminded him of that night.

"Cass… Please I…" he started and loosened the grip, bringing Cass back on his feet.

"No, Dean… No… I can't do this. I am sorry," Cass moved away a bit, "Just give me the hair…" he opened his palm again, waiting for Dean to give him the tube. Cass' tears were mixed with the rain drops on his face. Dean was still crying. Dean slowly took out the tube from his pocket and shoved it into Cass' hand, "Thank you…"

"Wait!" Dean yelled at him before Cass wanted to zap himself back to Heaven, "Why?" he clenched his fists harder, "Why did you leave me like that, on thatnight?" Dean lifted his head up, his eyes red. He stared at the angel who was trying too hard to be serious.

"I'm sorry, Dean. This is for your own good," he was gone. Cass zapped himself back to Heaven leaving Dean, again.

"Cass!"

So! I've read all of the amazing rewievs! Thank you all~

Here's the second chapter of my stupid story xD

So, as the last chapter ended with "Cass?" and now it ended with the same thing but yeah. I am going to do that in every chapter and when I write in Castiel's perspective I am going to write Dean. OUP! SPOILERS! XD

Did I actually made you all cry? I mean, I made myself cry and all but, not you... No, really? Did I?

Anywaaay~ See you in the next one! Bye biii~

Editor: AnnaHiwatar

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