Today was a day like any other, Castiel was wearing his black hoodie and his jeans, walking around in some local park. It was a nice place, really, with an abundance of green and colorful flowers, then off to one side there were things for children, like a swingset and such. Occasionally, he went over there and got on one of the swings, but that was rare. It was only if there was no one over there, and typically? That part of the park was packed. He stuck around the other side, sitting on the benches or leaning against trees. Today he was sitting down, leaned against a tree, a headache piercing his mind and smoke blowing out through his nose. He figured that smoking probably didn't help his headache, but in a way, it did.
He opened his set of deep blue eyes, his gaze landing on a family of four. There was a woman, with shoulder length brown hair, two children that looked a bit like her and the man, who he recognized as Dean.
He let himself smile, and it made him wonder if it had all been a dream.