The sound of the door's lock clacking into place rang throughout the quiet, empty and dark apartment. Still facing the door and his hand on the deadlock knob Castiel could feel Demon jerk at his leash, attempting to move towards his food dish. Castiel barley had the energy for the walk that they had just come back from. His mind was anywhere but the present. It had been a few days since she left school, the break up was bad, but not seeing her everyday was a thousand times worse.

"We both know a long distance relationship couldn't last… It's for the best..I'm sorry Kitten."

"Damn," Castiel dropped his head against the door, maybe a little too hard as the thud echoed around the room. Castiel was too numb to feel the pain or Demon's licks at his fingers that were hanging limp at his side. With a heavy sigh Castiel slapped on the lights to the apartment and bent down to unhook Demon's chain, the rumbling that came from his stomach was so loud it even caught the dog's attention. It's been a few days. It didn't matter how hungry Castiel was, he just couldn't eat, everything tasted too bland. Whats the point if everything tastes like shit.

"Go eat Buddy." Castiel winced at the sound of his weak voice, as his gently gave Demon a nudge. The dog refused to move from his spot, and stayed planted in front of Castiel with a defiant bark. "Pff." The first chuckle in a few days escaped from Castiel as a small smirk spread across his lips, "Suit yourself." Castiel grunted as he pushed himself off the ground, lazily walked over to flopped himself onto the sofa and turned the tv on to a non specific channel.

"Will their showman last, tune into Big Brother next Sund—"

"No." laying on his side, his head propped up on his arm, Castiel grumbled as he fiddled with the remote. Click.

"I love hi—" Click.

"—started dating months ago but kept it under wraps from the media and fanbase—" Click.

"Tch. The world is against me." Grumbling Castiel stormed over to where his Dad kept the American whiskey that he brought back from an international flight that he had recently done. Snatching it up with a glass and the whiskey stones from the freezer Castiel went back to in front of the TV flopping himself onto the sofa.

"And now our musical guests—" Only half listening to the pogrom Castiel dumped the stones into the glass and cracked the seal on the bottle pouring what seemed like about a shot and a half has sat back lazily against the sofa. "—performing there first single off there album due to be released next month."Castiel stared blanking into the glass watching as the whiskey swirled round the stones in the glass."Here are Stars of Nightmares."

Its was almost as if someone shot 10 000 volts of electricity through Castiel as he shot straight up from the sofa, immediately alert. His heart began to race and his breathing became ragged as he watched Debrah perform on the tv. Well she doesn't look miserable. Not paying attention he threw back the glass, nearly chocking from the burning sensation he was prepared for. "Ack, fuck." Castiel grimaced as he leaned over and poured another drink. He became so involved with his recent ex on the screen he wasn't paying attention to the shot after shot he was taking. About half way into the interview Castiel found himself getting more and more irritated with the guitarist who constantly kept close to Debrah. "Who the hell does he think he is?" Castiel grumbled as he tried standing up but stumbled back slightly, after about the 5 shots of whiskey in a very short time Castiel was only now feeling the effects, and with the lack of food in his stomach it was all that much worse. Placing the glass down on the table as he was hunched over the sofa using the armrest as support as his other hand searched for his cellphone. "Tch. Bedroom." Castiel groaned as he stared at the relatively short distance from where he stood to the book bag on his bed that held his cellphone. This isn't a good idea. Taking one last look at Debrah smiling on the tv Castiel pushed himself away from the sofa and made his way to his bedroom where he snatched up his cell phone and flopped onto his bed as his pulled up her contact.

Castiel's breathing became heavier, his heart feeling as it was about to pound out of his chest. "Ugh, what the fuck am I doing. I'm acting like a little girl." A wry smirk spread across his face as he rubbed his forehead as he looked over to the guitar that was lying across his floor. Turning his attention back to his cell phone, Castiel let out a deep heavy sigh as he ran his free hand through his hair and hit the call button. He was shaking, not knowing if it was from the alcohol or his nerves, he didn't care. Nor did he care about how miserable and pathetic he would sound, I just need to hear her voice, once more…please. Closing his eyes as the phone began to make the call.

"Sorry The phone number you are trying to call is not in service. Please hang up—"

Castiel's eyes shot wide as the wind was knocked out of him. No, I must have hit something. Panicked Castiel sat straight up, ignoring the spins, as he tried to call again. "Common," He muttered through gritted teeth as he punched call again.

"Sorry The phone number you are try—"

"DAMNIT." gritting his teeth Castiel threw his cellphone into the chair across the room as he got up and began to pace around, not caring about the tears that began to fall. Why the hell would she change her number?! Castiel ran both his hands through his hair, keeping a grip on the ends as he looked around his room. "If she can get over it, then fuck it." Castiel quickly went around his room and snatched up all the loose photos that Debrah took of them on various dates and times together and threw them directly into the trash on his way over to his guitar. Picking up the bright red instrument, flashes of the times he spent with her in the basement writing songs together, fooling around. "Tch." Castiel slammed the guitar in its case and roughly shoved it into the back of his closet and slamming the door behind him on his way to his bed where he passed out.

Later int the night Castiel was woken up when Demon finally decided to jump up next to him, "Ugh." Castiel rubbed his forehead as he remembered what had happened a few hours before. "Fuck." He mounded, as he got up to got to the bathroom for some water. Stopping in front of the garbage can, he stood there for what seemed for a few minutes before he bent down going to snatch one of the photos but quickly retracted his extended hand. Fuck it. If she can't be bothered than neither will I. Castiel continued onto the bathroom but as the bathroom door closed he couldn't take his eyes off of the closet door in his room, picturing in his mind the abandoned guitar that will end up just collecting dust.