"Hey," I finally spoke after minutes of contemplation, I decided on saying something. "Are you okay?" I asked. A stupid question if you took a good look at the scene that was playing out.

We were both standing in a cemetery, you only a couple feet away. You were always here when I came, just something I noticed.

I realized just how stupid the question was when you looked up at me. You just looked at me. Your hair disheveled and messy. Your eyes red ,and puffy. I probably looked somewhat similar.

Tears fell every time you blinked, and my stomach twisted. You looked so broken, So lost. It was heart wrenching.

"I.." I tried to speak, but from what I was running through my head, nothing sounded appropriate. In any other situation I wouldn't have cared, but you didn't need my sarcastic remarks, or my jokes.

I didn't know what you needed, right then, but I knew it wasn't me. You didn't even know me, even though I felt like I knew you, somewhat.

I tugged at the ends of my jacket sleeves, my eyes glued to yours.

"Sorry..just-Sorry...that was a..uh" I stumbled over my words like the nervous wreck that I was. I didn't exactly know if it was nerves, or if it was just embarrassment, I just knew I wouldn't normally act like this.

I think it was the look you gave me. Your head was tilted slightly, your eyebrows were knitted together, and your lips were pressed in a straight line.

I honestly don't know why I'm still standing here, but there was something about you that kept me from walking away.

Maybe it was your eyes, the way they looked when tears filled them. The blue looked so vibrant and almost an impossible color.

"Hey.." That's all you said. You just gave me a reassuring smile that wasn't a genuine smile whatsoever.

"Hi.." I managed to choke out as you turned around fully. You stuffed your hands in your pockets after wiping your face with your trench coat sleeve.

It was a bit big on you and you always wore it.

It was October now, and an appropriate time to wear a coat, but I remember that summer you'd wear it. The only time I saw you without it on you had it clutched to your chest, rocking back and forth, and staring at the gravestone.

That was also the day my little brother came with me. We were both standing, and Sam pushed me to talk to you, but I haven't. Not until today obviously.

"I'm Castiel.." Your voice was deep, and rough, and kinda hot— "Dean." I shook the thought, and seeing your hands burrowing farther into your trench coat, I decided against a handshake.

The normal questions you'd ask to start a conversation didn't seem appropriate as I ran them through my head.

So, what brings you here?

Are you ok?

You come here often?

"So.." I trailed off awkwardly. I cursed mentally at sounding so awkward while you just gave me a small laugh.

"All the normal questions don't seem right? How about..." You trailed off, tapping your chin rather dramatically. I felt a smile make its way onto my face as one made it to yours. "What's up?"

Your voice went higher towards the end of the question, and I let out a breathy laugh. "Yeah. No..That's a great one." I replied, sarcastically. You just shrugged.

"No, really. What's up?" We both grimaced, and then laughed. "Uh.." Talking to the guy that I've never talked to, and he doesn't know that he's the only constant I have in life. "Talking to the guy with the trench coat, that seems to be here every time I am?" I replied, feeling a weird twisting in my stomach.

You just looked at the ground, and smiled at your feet.

"What are you doing here, Dean?" You chuckled a bit with the question, distracting me from the question itself. I blinked a couple times while you stared ,intently, into my eyes. A mixture of blue and green.

"I..uh..That was blunt." I laughed slightly, thinking you'd take it as a joke. Your face fell and looked slightly panicked, then I knew you didn't take it as light-hearted as I thought you would.

"I..I'm sorry. That's one of the many things I wish I could change. I always tend to do that. I never mean to, it just happens. It's something I never live down, but with my siblings you never live anything down. It's like living with a bunch of—" You coughed awkwardly, and rubbed the back of your neck.

Ok, so your awkward. As I made the silent realization you mumbled a quick 'sorry' and began rocking back and forth awkwardly.

I didn't mean to, but I smiled at you, a genuine one. Deciding that you should probably know why I'm here, I put my stubborn hard-headedness aside.

"I lost my mom..in a house fire when I was little..I come here to..to stay close to her..I guess" For some reason I began looking at the weirdly green grass, and couldn't bring myself to look up at you.

"I don't have parents." I practically flinched at the straight-fowardness of the statement. I looked up. You shrugged, and looked back down at the gravestone you were looking at before.

"I have family though," Your deep, gruff voice went soft, and a small, sad smile crept onto your face. "A lot of family."

You sat in front of the gravestone, abruptly. I stood there for a moment that lasted a bit too long before realizing you wanted me to sit next to you. I raised an eyebrow, but eventually joined you.

As I sat down I felt how cold the grass really was. I shiver crawled up my body, but I simply ignored it, focusing on you.

You stared at the gravestone as the sad smile fell, leaving you with tears again.

Gabriel Novak

Judging your state, I assumed the two of you were very close. The way you could hardly hold yourself together. I only know that because I had seen it. I had seen the way you walked through the daunting rows of stone ready to take on the world, but the second you saw this stone...yiu broke.

You broke every time.

"He was my older brother," You spoke up, your voice still catching me off guard. I turned to you, taking in your appearance for the second time that day.

For some reason I found you captivating.

I took notice of what you were wearing. A white button down, a blue tie that was loosened and was practically begging to be fixed, black pants, and that damn coat.

That coat you wore made you stand out from everyone I know.

"He was my everything.." I had gotten so lost in your appearance that I had forgotten where we were, what we were talking about, and I even imagined a smile on your face.

Tears began to fall, and I immediately felt ten times worse.

Then I did something I normally wouldn't do. It may have partially been because you are a guy, but I like to think it was because you were a stranger.

I wrapped my arms around you.

Everything happened so fast. When you curled into me and grasped on to me like a touch-starved puppy—that didn't freak me out, it was the fact that even though you were technically a stranger...nothing was strange about this.

You fit in my arms perfectly, and remained there for about an hour, both of us taking advantage of the sudden appearance of a person that understood.

We sat there for what seemed like forever, and it just felt..perfect..maybe?