Author's Note: So, with the first chapter I got some positive feedback so...I am going to try and update this fanfic as much as possible so no one loses interest. Anyways, someone said that Dean and Cas as chidren sounded really cute. Somewhat unintended. So, this is more of a drama/tragedy/romance fanfic. Expect plot twists.

Present Commence:CASTIEL&DEAN_

The air was cold and there was a peaceful breeze. It was as cold as the wet ground, or maybe even colder. But somehow, he felt glad. This man standing in front of him in a multiple layers of clothing brought some sort of deja vu feeling. He didn't know why. The only people he had ever been close to were those in his family, and that one childhood friend...

He could not remember his face or name but he was still important to Castiel. After being burned into his memory, that friend was more like fresh ashes now than anything else. The memories were not recognizable, but still warm.

"H-hello, I came because my car (actually Gabriel's car) isn't working as well as it should. And I know nothing of these sorts of matters, so I was wondering if you could fix it. Whatever the fee, I can pay it." Castiel said this breaking the ice, almost not metaphorically in the sense that the temperature was pretty low at this time of the day.

"The car looks fine, so there shouldn't be anything expensive to do here." Dean said almost whispering in response, trying to clear his mind to know why he feels glad at the moment. Nothing of import had happened. And it wasn't like the times he was close to any of his past girlfriends when looking at them for the first time (because towards breaking up he really didn't feel much besides apathy which really is apathy). He felt warm and ecstatic in a calm way, which he hadn't felt like in a while because he had a void in his heart where his dead friends and family had left.

"If I may ask, how long will this take?" The trenchcoated man said, noticing how they had now been standing like this for a minute or two already, in silence.

"Oh. This should just take a couple of minutes. Have anywhere you gotta be? 'Cause I can just get your info if that's the case..." Dean said hoping to know more about this man who had a very pleasant prescence.

"I'm Castiel, Castiel Krushnic. As for a phone...I do not currently own one. Of any kind, really. But I can wait here. I have no other business to take care of." Castiel said, looking somewhat embarassed by the fact that Dean looked surprised to hear that he owned no phone.

"Oh, ok then. Let's get started." He said still thinking about not having a cell phone, and how anyone in the twenty-first century could survive without one.

45 MINUTES LATER

"That should do it. I'll just leave my co-worker to finish up here. Just come with me inside so that I can 'bill' you." Dean said as he lead Castiel into a room filled with products like oil, and car freshners before a counter with a cash register on it.

After getting handed the bill with Dean behind the counter Castiel looks at it and thinks to himself, "this price is much too low," but taking the money out along with a tip. A large tip.

"Cas," Dean began as he blushed because after looking at the amount of money that Castiel had brought out thinking that maybe he had misread the amount as a flaw or thinking that maybe he was getting tipped an unusually kind amount of money. "The amount of money you're giving me is off. You see this is a bit over the fee..."

"Dean," He said having looked him over several times and noticing his nametag embroidered into his uniform. "I'm tipping you, so take it." He said with eyes that said much more than that.

"Cas, I-" Dean said with almost apologetic eyes.

"Please." Cas said with a puppy dog look. Making Dean wonder whether Castiel thought he was poor or whether this was just trying to buy him (which made no sense to him, who would want to buy him?).

"Well, I gotta give you something back then," Dean said finally finding an excuse to sneak in his contact info into all of this. He grabbed a business card and on the back of it wrote his number and his name. Dean used his number as a signature so that people could get discounts at places like this just by showing them the numbers. "Here, take it. If you need a discount just show my co-workers here my number and you'll get a discount. Or if you need anything else just call."

"Dean, that sounds like it'll just be bothersome to you..."

"Trust me, I don't mind he said," putting a grin on his face to convice Cas to just take the contact info and...well, he didn't know what he wanted Cas to do with the information. He didn't want to think about it because it challenged some aspects of him. The ones he didn't want to be confused with.

"Thank you, Dean. I will make sure to call sometime. I just hope you don't think you have to repay me."

"Course not, Cas, Dean said in a somewhat cheerful tone.

"Goodbye, Dean," Castiel said as he walked away with his keys in hand and feeling somewhat negatively about departing.

Dean didn't feel too good about letting Castiel walk away without doing anything. But what was there to do? He wasn't good at befriending others and that was the only thing he could do, wasn't it? He didn't want to question himself but for the rest of the afternoon he did and in doing so he just felt confused about his past, present, and future. Still wondering about the feeling on deja vu that lingered around for long after these events.

Present Terminate:CASTIEL&DEAN_

Present Commence:SAM&JESS_

It was nighttime now, which meant that the other younger, but still taller Winchester was free to leave the law firm where he worked at. After graduating from Stanford, he had gotten a job in this law firm in Seattle. He had no one in this big city, so he practically begged his brother to move in with him into a house he had bought. Unfortunately, he didn't see his brother much save for the weekends, mornings and nights.

However, the nights and weekends were also unavailable to his brother, Dean Winchester, because he had met a girl whose name was Jessica Moore whome he loved to spend his time with. This particular night they had been dating for nearly two years now and he was thinking about proposing she move in with him, which of course meant so many things would change. He would spend more time his brother and his girlfriend, which was an appeasing thought.

"Jess, I am so glad you could make it. It can be hard to work with the hours of a lawyer," Sam said to Jess as she was sitting down at the table where they were supposed to meet for their date. This was quite the fancy restaurant, because of the classical music that was playing and only the rich people of Seattle ate here.

"Not at all, Sam. You know that for our relationship, we can make anything work," She said smiling and setting her purse on the table. Her blonde, wavy hair shining against the light of the chandeliers hanging high from the ceiling. To most people, this spoke of elegance, and if that didn't the fountains would and so on, so forth.

"Jess, we've been dating for a while now and..." he said pausing leaving Jessica with a confused look on her face.

"And...?" She said hoping for the best, knowing that there were two good scenarios and many bad ones. She knew this could be a marriage proposal, a proposal to move in together or...well she didn't want to focus on bad things on a date with someone she loved so dearly.

"I love you, so I think it'd be best if we lived together," Sam said after mustering the courage to say so. Dean would probably think of him as the type of guy that saw chick flicks and stole lines from them but he wanted this more than anything, so he was really hoping that she would say 'yes' to him.

"Of course, I'll move in, Sam," she said with a glad look on her face. "But, won't Dean mind?" She said knowing that Sam's brother wasn't always comfortable with scenarios that had to do with romance and family.

"What? Of course, he won't mind, Jess. I mean, it's my house anyway, and I think this will just bring all of us closer together, anyways." He said in a pleasant tone.

And for the remainder of the date they both spoke of the future and how it seemed to be so very bright for them.

For them, it was.

Present Terminate:SAM&JESS_

Present Commence:CASTIEL_

Immediately after leaving the auto shop, Castiel drove off with thoughts of Dean plaguing his mind. He wondered about the feelings that didn't leave his mind even though he tried to get rid of them. What were they? He had certainly never really felt them before...

After reaching the first stoplight he had seen in a while he noticed that the car wasn't responding to the brakes as it only seemed to keep accelerating in its speed. He started losing his calm but it wouldn't show on his face, as he wasn't the most expressive person. After noticing a car coming his way he rotated the steering wheel as much as he could but he still hit the other car. Making him go unconscious and making him bleed as he violently hit the steering wheel with his head. The blood splattered everything, including the note he failed to see in the co-pilot's seat from Meg who happened to be Dean's co-worker and still held a grudge against Castiel for not calling her.

At this moment, the ambulances were coming as Meg fled the large city, and then the state and probably the country. In the sleep that Castiel entered after fainting, he finally remembered parts of his childhood that were obscured. And why he felt such a strange way about Dean.

Present Terminate:CASTIEL_

Author's Note: SO, How was this chapter? I hope it was well because I worked my brain making it. Anyways, I already thought about the ending but I am still thinking about the middle pieces of the story. Rest assured, there are more chapters coming if you enjoyed it. Doubt it, but gotta hope ya know, so 'see ya' next time!