Chapter 17
House of Gold

Oops, I didn't succeed it posting on chapter every month. Sorry.

[swearing in this chapter]

Okay I'm just going to say this here and now, I'm getting really tired of putting a lot of effort into this story, and barely getting any notice besides from Nimphidelle. Not that I don't appreciate the small amount of people who do read this story, its only that I've got other stories on the go, or that I'm going to publish soon and this one is getting barely any notice and is honestly causing nothing but disappointment. I'm sorry to leave a lot of loose ends hanging, but this is the last chapter.

So here's the chapter only Nimphidelle reviewed for (Thank you)

Castiel's POV

Samandriel's house was on the end of the street, a couple trees sprinkled the field beside it. It was pretty small, painted a light blue with a white door on the right of the driveway, a large window gave me the view of a kitchen, but it was mostly covered up by the sunlight reflecting in the glass.

I knew that Samandriel lived in Karameos, because his wedding had been close to that town. Truthfully, it had been close to Hedley, but Hedley had a population of maybe fifty people. When I arrived in Karameos, after stragically creating a new identity for crossing the border, because Castiel Milson was supposed to be dead, I asked the local precinct, which was called a detachment, in Canada.

They waved my in the right direction but I had to ask a middle aged woman with red hair if she a man named Samadriel Milson. She had laughed and said, "I didn't know his full name was Samandriel! He introduced himself as Sam!" Then she proceeded to give me specific directions to his house.

Now I stood at the end of his driveway, wondering what I was going to say.

After about ten minutes of standing there I decided to just wing it, I walked down the short driveway without a car parked, and made my way down the cute stone path to the door. I hovered there for a moment then rang the doorbell.

There was rustling inside. A little girl opened the door, she had brown hair like Samandriel's and big blue eyes, she stared up at me.

I hesitated, was this his daughter? Or did I get the wrong house?

"Uh, hello! My name is Cas, I'm looking for Samandriel Milson," I said, choosing my words carefully.

"Why?" the little girl asked, she couldn't have been more that five, so she was quite social, maybe a but rude, too.

"I need to speak with him," I answered quickly.

"Is it about his work because he won't talk to you if it is," she replied sternly.

"It isn't about his work," I continued, wondering absently what his work was.

The little girl turned around and shouted, "Daddy! There's a person here!" She scurried off, leaving the door open. I awkwardly stood there, looking at Samadriel's house. In two minutes a tall man with brown hair carrying a boy who was maybe two on his hip turned the corner.

We made eye contact and I realized this man was Samadriel. He sucked in a breath and set the toddler down on the floor, I felt like I was going to cry but I pulled myself together and said, "I should've come earlier, I know-" I didn't get to finish my sentence.

"What the hell do you think you're doing!?" He yelled, the toddler seemed confused, so was the little girl who had followed close behind Samandriel.

I tried to answer but he didn't let me.

"You died Castiel!" he continued. I flinched; no one has used my real name since I ran away that one night on my graduation.

"I mourned you, and you never actually died!? You left a suicide note that you jumped off a fucking bridge!"

I glanced at the little kids beside their father, they didn't seem to notice the swear.

"You think you can just march up here like the motherfucking queen and think its all gonna be all right?!" He yelled, "How could you do that to us?!"

"We all mourned you, Castiel! There was a funeral!" Samandriel was crying at this point, I didn't know what to do. "I thought it was my fault!"

My lip twitched, I realized there were tears sliding down my cheeks, too.

Samandriel spun around and crouched next to the toddler and the five year old girl who had followed Samandriel up the stairs.

"Why don't you too go downstairs and clean your rooms?" He said in a hushed voice. The toddler just looked confused but the little girl mumbled something and grabbed her brothers' hand to lead him downstairs.

"You better have a damn good reason to pop back up here like this," Samandriel hissed.

I took this as an invitation and awkwardly walked into his house, a coatroom was what I stepped into, a hallway to left of the staircase led to his living room and kitchen. Samandriel slammed the door and then walked ahead of me into his living room. I sat down opposite him on the brown leather couch. There was a moment of silence when we looked into each other's eyes, then Samandirel said suddenly, "You died."

There was a moment of silence, the word "died" hanging in the air like poisonous gas.

"I faked it," I admitted solemnly, after about twenty seconds. "I just… I needed you guys to not look for me, I needed to disappear, forever."

Samandriel rubbed his eyes and looked out the window to his right, his lips were quivering . "Cas-" He started, but he shook his head.

His jaw was set in a hard line. "Why did you do that? You caused so much grief, do you have any idea what happened to Michael? He blamed himself, we all tried to help him but he was lost… There was nothing…" his voice trailed off.

I sucked in a breath and willed myself to stay calm. I didn't know what to say, but staying silent seamed like the right thing to do.

"In movies they explain these moments like everything is suddenly incredible. Like the light has returned, but its really not…. My life is all these lights and they're under control I can see ahead of me but now they're too bright. I can't do this, Cas, not after Michael, please, I can't."

There was another long silence.

"Where do you work?" I asked quietly.

"I'm an animator," he muttered.

"Do you like it?"

Samandriel rubbed his eyes, "yeah," he said.

"How many kids to you have?"

"Three," he replied in a whisper, "a girl and twin boys."

"That's wonderful," I commented.

Samandriel sucked in a breath, "what are you doing, Cas?"

I shook my head, "I've asked myself that question so many times."

"No, I mean right now, why are you asking me these things?"

I breathed heavily. "Because I don't know these things about my brother and I really should."

"Michael killed himself, he overdosed on pills, last year."

I nodded, more tears ran down my face, curving on my cheeks and dripping on my jeans.

"You've done a lot of terrible things, Cas," Samandriel said quietly. I didn't reply again. The comment was everything but wrong, I'd done terrible things. But I'd also done good things, right?

If someone asked me to tell them exactly what happened next, I couldn't tell them. All I knew is that Samandriel and I were both sobbing, and suddenly we were clutching each other. I'd never experienced a real bond with someone before, but at that moment, I did. Samandriel and I were brothers. The fact that we had different mothers was unimportant. At that moment, we were brothers.

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The rest was a blur. Samandriel introduced me to his kids. The two twin boys' names' were Daniel and Castiel. I remember crying more at that. The little girl with brown hairs' name is Lydia. Apparently it was Saskia's idea.

I remember asking about the rest of the family. Samandriel had said that Uriel was out of jail and had a job as a school janitor. Balthazar had built his own bakery, he called it "Angel Bakery" and it was really popular. Anna had settled into a home in Illinois with Roger and her daughter, Annika. She worked as a nurse, now. Raphael had returned from University and was teaching at a college. Gabriel had finally gone to University and he still hasn't told anyone what he's going to do with his life. Lucifer is engaged to a guy named Thomas and they were currently living together in California.

At some point I left, after that I couldn't recall what happened, but I woke up in my motel the next day. I quickly brushed my teeth and before too long, I was back on the road. After hearing about Michael, I was determined to save as many people as I could.

I know it doesn't feel over, but I don't want to work on this anymore. I'm sorry, maybe in a couple months I'll feel into it but I really doubt it, I just don't like it anymore., and I don't have many readers.

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