Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural. There is no money being made for my having written this piece.

Thank you to those of you still reading. You'll find out why in this chapter I decided to rewrite this entire story. I just wanted to add one little thing to Cas' story that I just couldn't fit in the last time. Enjoy.

Sam pulled the Impala up in front of the modest looking two-level home and turned off the ignition. He double checked the address he'd gotten off of the internet and after adjusting his tie, he got out and went up to the front door. He rang the doorbell and waited, looking up at the sky grateful that it was a cloudy day today.

"May I help you?"

Sam turned back to find an older woman, possibly in her mid to late sixties, gazing up at him. She looked nice enough.

"Good day, ma'am. I am Agent Page with the FBI and I have a few questions I'd like to ask you about your missing son."

The woman appeared taken aback. "Missing? My son is..."

"If I may?" Sam asked, motioning to come inside. The lady stepped aside just as the sun burst forward from behind the clouds.

"Patti? Who was at the door?" An older man shuffled into the room and stopped at the sight of tall and imposing Sam Winchester gazing at the numerous old pictures on the wall of his entryway.

There were a particularly large amount of a blue eyed, dark haired boy that made him frown and twitch his cheek.

"Chuck, this is Agent Page with the bureau. He says Christopher has gone missing."

Charles Novak frowned. "Cas isn't in Kansas?"

"No sir. If we may talk for a little while, we might be able to glean some information into our case."

Patti led the way into the sitting room where she immediately took a seat on the couch and Chuck settled in a worn armchair. Sam sat on the couch next to Cas' mother, took out his notebook and took a deep breath, allowing his craving to remain under his control.

"Dean?"

"What?"

Castiel followed Dean's voice up the stairs and into the main level of the house.

"Dean?" he called out again.

"What?" Dean answered, poking his head out of what appeared to be another closet.

There was a large, cardboard box on the ground next to him and Dean was busily tossing different sorts of clothing into it.

"Having a yard sale?" Castiel asked jokingly.

"Yeah. The neighborhood holds one every year and, well, this year we're contributing."

"I was only joking."

Castiel took a seat beside Dean and the other man spared him a glance before assisting Dean, handing him objects and letting the other man tell him what he was keeping or not.

"What can you tell me about your son?"

Patti began to speak first. "Christopher was always a...special boy. He was fascinated by everything around him. Birds, trees, people. He loved bees - even when one stung him and he cried as his face swelled up. He loved everything in God's creation and it loved him too."

"I have a report that says when he was younger, Chris - if I can call him that - went to visit a child psychiatrist due to, um..."

Mr. Novak answered before his wife could. "The boy got it into his head that I wanted to kill him."

"Chuck!"

"What do you mean," Sam asked.

Chuck sat up in his seat and coughed a little before talking. "Between years two and four, the kid seemed to think I'd hurt 'im anytime I'd go near 'im. Put on a hand on his shoulder and he'd scream."

Patti looked stricken but she was nodding too.

"Okay, but then he got older? He just forget?"

"Kept to himself a lot. Allowed the touches though. Good touches, hugs and the like. I was never rough with the boy though, Agent. Always know that."

"Of course. He grew up."

"Christopher was our only little boy. He loved his siblings..."

"Was it hard for you to conceive?"

Patti and Chuck Novak looked at each other, worried.

"What does this have to do with your case?" Chuck asked.

"Just building a picture here, sir."

"Well, yes. We were told early on in our marriage that having children wasn't on the table. We adopted two beautiful girls and then, one day out of the blue, I was pregnant."

"Says Chris is only in his early thirties which would mean -"

"I was thirty-nine at the time, yes. It was a miracle."

"So, Chris was a miracle."

"We prayed for a child and heaven rewarded us," Chuck said, taking his wife's hand into his own and squeezing it.

"About his middle name..."

Patti appeared uncomfortable for a minute, taking her hand out of her husband's and scratching her cheek. "It came to me in a dream."

"I see."

Castiel helped Dean lug the box outside to the curb.

"So, how're you doing man?"

"Pardon?" Castiel asked, thrown for a second.

"Are you still doing okay?" Dean asked again. "Feeling hungry?"

Castiel rubbed his stomach absentmindedly and shrugged his shoulders. "I feel fine. It's weird, I mean, shouldn't I feel something?"

Dean stared at him and also shrugged, mostly to himself. The sun was setting just behind them, giving Cas a weird golden colored glow.

"Maybe you're finally adapting."

Dean pulled him back inside with him and shut and locked the door.

"Thank you for answering all of my questions. Here's my number. If you hear anything -"

"We'll call," Patti Novak said while nodding. "Thank you Agent. Please, find our son."

Sam bowed his head and went to his car. He sat behind the wheel for a few seconds before starting it and getting back on the road to home. This was just weird. He looked down at the seat beside him where his notes that he needed to show Dean were just sitting.

Cas was...psychic?

There was something about this that was so off. Sam got onto the highway and floored it, hoping to make good time back home.

He was floating.

He could see clouds and birds. Bees buzzed passed him. Suddenly, he felt pain. The pain moved through his limbs and he was falling. Down, down, down he went and his body began to dissolve around him. His mind became nothing and a light shot out from his chest and disappeared just as quickly. He was nothing more than atoms and they rained down upon the earth in a blaze of shooting stars.

Castiel opened his eyes and stared up at the ceiling. This wasn't the first time he'd dreamt of the stars. The dream had been as vivid and reoccurring for as long as he could remember.

Shifting under his sheets, Cas turned over and tried to fall back into oblivion