Castiel trudged inside, blowing out a slow breath, tears still filling his eyes. How the hell could this have happened? He sighed, making his way to his room. His mother wasn't home right now, out a work. His father was passed out on the couch, empty beer bottles littering the floor around him. He closed his door, locking it behind him and collapsed back onto his bed. He stared at the ceiling, eyes closed, tears leaking from the corners.
He'd always been a religious kid, from the moment his mother taught him who God was, and it wasn't something he'd ever grown out of, just something he'd learned not to showcase as much.
WHY?! He screamed in his head, eyes flying open, jumping to his feet. Why would you do this to him! You're supposed to protect people! Not take them!
He blew out a slow breath. He wasn't helping anything. Mrs. Winchester wasn't coming back. She wasn't going to miraculously appear. She was gone. He sighed, sinking back onto the bed and closing his eyes again, curling up on the bed, holding his pillow to his chest.
His mother came home at seven, coming straight up to his room. She'd heard. Seemed everyone had known. He was still in the same position, curled up, but his tears had long since dried.
"Castiel?" she asked softly, coming in and closing the door behind her. He didn't answer, but he felt the bed dip as she sat beside him, her hand coming to rest comfortingly on his back.
"Are you okay, sweetheart?" she murmured. He shook his head, and he heard her sigh as she leaned forward. He felt her arms wrap around him and he turned, locking her arms around his waist and burying his face in her hair.
"She's gone, mom," he whispered.
"I know, sweetie, I know." She held him tighter, kissing his forehead. They spent the next hour wrapped in each other's arms.