The next day, no one goes to school. Not the Winchesters. Not the Miltons. Not the Harvelles. No one in their group goes to school. None of them really get out of bed. None of them go to school for the rest of the week. Monday is rough, for everyone. No one will look at them. Everyone is offering Sam condolences, but that just makes it worse. Dean knows all Sam wants is normalcy and that's exactly what Dean gives him. But it really doesn't help.
Dean finds Cas after school that Monday and invites him over to talk. Cas accepts without hesitation, which Dean takes as a good sign. The whole day is more depressing than normal and Dean is glad when it's finally over. They walk out of theater together, grab their books from their lockers and driver in silence to Singer Salvage Yard. Dean knows that Bobby is going to be in the garage all day today and Crowley left Saturday for a business meeting. They get to the house and Dean leads Cas up the stairs to his room. It's all his own, but there are few decorations lying around. Dean flops down on his bed and lays there face down, his lower body half off the bed.
He toes off his shoes and he really doesn't care where they land. Cas follows his lead and toes his own shoes off. After shuffling awkwardly for a few minutes, Cas sits down on the edge of Dean's bed. Dean shuffles over a bit to give Cas more room. Cas sits cross legged on the end of Dean's bed.
They sit in silence for a bit longer before Dean rolls onto his side, facing Cas. "Where did you go? When you just… never showed up again?"
Cas shuffles. "We had a house fire." Dean stiffens. "My parents died. My father got me out, but my mother got stuck inside. He went in to save her, but…he never came back out. The paramedics found me on the curb, alone." He pauses. "The police took me to the station. They called my aunt and she came and got me. I lived with her for a few days before she passed. She had undiagnosed cancer, apparently. So I went to another family member, they passed as well. After a while, no one in my family wanted to take me anymore. That's when Zachariah showed up; he said he was my father's friend and that he'd take me in. For a while, we lived in Springfield, Ohio for a long time. I just tried fitting in for a long time. It's really hard when you've only ever had one friend."
"You had Sam."
"That wasn't the same. He wasn't there because he wanted to see me. He wanted to be with his older brother."
"That's horse shit, Cas. Sam adored you."
Cas fidgets again.
"I don't think-"
"Cas, Sam always had the option of staying with his other friends."
Cas looks down at his lap. "I don't have many friends, Dean."
Dean is honestly confused, "Cas, my entire family loves you. Everyone who meets you, likes you."
"If you say so, Dean." Cas picks at her fingers.
"What about you? What happened after I left?"
And Dean tells his story.