CHAPTER 2
Dean sat on his bed in silence and peered out his bedroom window at the moving truck parked outside his neighbours house. The leaves had grown back now for it was the middle of spring, the thick branches getting in the way of his view. Dean strained his eyes to watch two men get out of the truck and walk up to Cas's front door. They knocked and before long Dean caught sight of Castiel's father who let them inside. Not much time had passed before they came back outside, carrying a dull green coloured couch. Dean felt a tightening in his stomach with which he was not familiar.
Two hours later, the removal truck pulled out and was soon out of sight. Dean saw Cas and his dad walk out onto the lawn; they were talking. Cas glanced in Dean direction, making him shrink back from the window, not wanting to be seen. Cas's father nodded down at his son and then turned to his garage before proceeding to get inside their small car, turning the key. Cas however walked to the Winchester's front door and rang the bell.
Dean felt his heart drop as the bell rung throughout the house, his lungs not cooperating as he fought for breath.
Sam answered the door. "Dean, Cas is here! He wants to see you."
"Let him up!" Dean replied, sniffling and trying to compose himself.
Dean listened to the light footsteps as they ascended the stair case just outside his room. There was a soft knock on the door before Castiel walked in, his face twisted into a crooked smile that didn't quite touch his eyes.
"Uh, hey Dean…" Cas spoke quietly, his eyes now looking directly at the floor.
"Hi, Cas." Dean replied, trying to hide his squeakier-than-usual tone.
There was a long pause during which neither of them moved nor spoke. Dean tried his hardest not to cry; John had always told him to be strong.
Cas shuffled his feet and looked up at Dean who, unluckily, had a few tear streaks running down his face by this time. Cas practically whimpered as he all but ran for Dean, hugging him with what little strength he had left.
Dean didn't speak. He did not shove Castiel off. He hugged him back. In the first time during their entire friendship, Dean Winchester hugged his best, and only friend, Castiel Novak. He shook as Castiel clung to him, his eyes clenched shut.
They stayed like that for some time before they heard a car horn from outside. Castiel's dad thought they'd had enough time now. Castiel reluctantly let Dean go and he stared an unwaveringly into his eyes.
"I am going to miss you, Dean Winchester."
"And I'll miss you too, Cas." Dean whispered through sobs.
And with that, Castiel turned and walked from Dean's room, never to return.