A/N: Well, here is your Dean/Damon fic...er, not so much. I couldn't find a fitting song for them. :L So, I wanted to post something. So this is the something. Don't worry, I'm working on the Dean/Damon one, well, trying to find a song. Anyways, enjoy.

Ahead by A Century- The Tragically Hip

Stefan/Castiel

First we'd climb a tree and maybe then we'd talk.
Or sit silently and listen to our thoughts.
With illusions of someday casting a golden light.
No dress rehearsal, this is our life.

Stefan walked hesitantly to the tree he hadn't visited in so long. He was almost scared that he might be there.
Or was it that he might not be there?

Stefan swung himself up on the tree, sitting down on a thick branch. He closed his eyes for a few seconds, relaxing. He looked out into the empty field. He had met a man a while back, he went by a very weird name.
His name was Castiel, like the angel of Thursday.

Stefan had been reluctant at first to actually speak with him. Some people were commenting on the new stranger that seemed to be hanging around. Castiel had a way of staring, like he was looking deep inside you. But, curiosity got the better of him and-well, Stefan had become quite familiar with him.

Now, he sat in the tree they had sat in a while back. There used to be a park in the middle of the field. Stefan chuckled as he remembered a conversation with Castiel about why he liked parks so much. Then again, sometimes they just sat in the tree sometimes, not talking at all.

Sometimes, just him being there was enough.

That's when the hornet stung me and I had a feverish dream.
With revenge and doubt tonight we smoke them out.

" I'm going through a hard time." Stefan muttered quietly, his eyes still closed. Maybe if he kept them closed he could pretend to feel him sitting with him. " Just thought I'd let you know."

Stefan paused, as if waiting for an answer. He opened his eyes again, looking at the ground below him.

" It's not pretty." Stefan said to nothing. Almost like an imaginary friend, Stefan thought in amusement.

Maybe that was all Castiel was.

Stefan shook his head, no, he was actually there. Stefan turned to look into the empty space, pretending that maybe he would be looking into the grayish-blueish eyes of Cas.

Stefan huffed, closing his eyes again.

You are ahead by a century.
Stare in the morning shroud and then the day began.
I tilted your cloud, you tilted my hand.

" I remember." Stefan said, " that you had told me that you weren't as normal as you seemed to be." He smiled, " and that I had told you that I had already known that you were different."

Stefan opened his eyes again, " then you told me that you had a secret." Stefan lowered his head, " well, I had a secret too."

" What kind of secret?"

Stefan jumped, his head turning sideways. He chuckled, " how?"

Castiel had a slightly amused glint to his eyes, yet his face remained indifferent. " Hello, Stefan."

" Hey, Cas."

" You said you had a secret." Castiel said, Stefan tilted his head, looking him over. He had on a suit that looked like he hadn't token off for a while. His trench coat hung off the branch at his sides. Castiel tilted his head, waiting for an answer from Stefan.

" You had told me you were an angel once." Stefan said, " and I laughed it off."

Castiel looked reluctant, but nodded in response.

" Well, I am a vampire."

Rain falls in real time and rain fell through the night.No dress rehearsal, this is our life.
That's when the hornet stung me and I had a serious dream.
With revenge and doubt tonight, we smoked them out.

Stefan didn't look back up at Castiel, he even wondered if he was still sitting there. " I'm a creature of the night. Of the damned."

Stefan shook his head, " I'm not surprised you haven't killed me or something yet- well, if you were an actual angel."

Stefan looked up slightly, Castiel was still there.

" Is that what you think of yourself?"

Stefan looked up, looking into Castiel eyes. " Yes. I should be killed." Stefan looked down at the ground. " It's controlling me. My life style isn't strong enough."

Castiel didn't reply. He just stared at the empty field. Stefan seemed to cower, then he jumped off the branch and started to walk away, leaving the confused angel still sitting in the tree.

You are ahead by a century.
But this is our life, and disappointing you getting me down.

Stefan was almost out of the field, he stopped. Castiel was still talking.

" You're giving up?"

Stefan hung his head, " yes."

There was a few moments of silence. Then Stefan heard it, it was barely a whisper, but it was enough for Stefan's chest to tighten in guiltiness.

" I'm disappointed."

Stefan turned to look at the angel again, but all he saw was the empty tree.