*Dean's P.O.V.*

So. It's been 24 hours. And I'm still driving. Haven't slept. Haven't ate. Haven't drank. Okay. That's a lie. I've definitely had a beer. I'm no where near to wasted though. Not even tipsy. So I'm safe to drive. I shouldn't have left. I know that. It was an irrational, irresponsible thing to do. But I don't give a damn. I can't be near Sam and Riven. Not while they're "together."

"Fuckin Christ" I whimpered. I can't believe I just left my baby brother all alone with that stupid girl in the middle of nowhere. I hate myself. I hate myself. I hate myself.

"That's it. Time to do what I need to do..." Before I knew it I was driving toward the nearest bridge..

*Sam's P.O.V.*

As Riven and I sat there, I didn't know what to do. I grabbed her hand and leaned against her. For support mostly. But to feign indifference also. I wasn't sure how to feel. I just wanted to know Dean was safe. And also why the hell he left like that. I could only think of one thing. And it was impossible. We're brothers! He can't.. Love me? No. Impossible. Absolutely. IMPOSSIBLE.

"Riven" I said quietly.

"What's up Sam?" She was looking at me with pity in her eyes. I hate that.

"Why didn't you try and stop Dean?"

"Because some things are better left unsaid. And I could tell. There was no changing his mind." I put my head in my hands.

"I don't know what to do." I whispered.

"It's okay Sam. It's okay. Let's just get inside first. It's going to get cold soon."

*Dean's P.O.V.*

I was there. At the bridge. Thinking of Sam. Thinking of myself. I was standing on the edge. It's like I'm having a bad dream. A flashback to when I saw Riven standing there. On the edge. But I knew it wasn't a bad dream. I knew this was my messed up reality. I was in love with my baby brother Sammy. He was in love with the stranger I had saved from suicide. He didn't and never would understand. This was an impulsive decision. I know that. But, the decision has been made. I won't stop myself now. I got up on the ledge and looked down. The water looked frigid. There didn't appear to be any rocks but who knows what I wasn't seeing. I kinda hope there are rocks. That way if I hit one with my head it'll be instant. Better than drowning. *sigh* now's the time.

I jumped.

For some reason I had expected myself to fall in slow motion. But that didn't happen. I plummeted towards the water at an alarming rate. With one last look at the sky I realized it was a beautiful afternoon. And then I hit the water. The impact knocked all the air I had saved up out of my body. And I was choking. Just like that. Right after impact I was dying. I forced myself to stay under the water. I hadn't hit any rocks. So I wasn't unconscious like Riven was. I had to force myself to not swim back to the top. Which was EXTREMELY difficult. But then I started getting weaker. And I didn't have to fight to stay under. My throat hurt. My lungs were filled with water. And then the flashbacks started.

*Flashback*

I was 11 years old. Inside the motel with Sammy. Waiting for dad to come home from a hunt. When someone knocked on the door. I was so shocked. No one had ever knocked on the door. No one ever came over. Dad didn't have any friends. Neither did I.

"I'll get it Dean!" Sanmy was only seven years old and I don't think he quite understood the situation we were in yet.

"Sammy wait! No!" I ran to him and put a hand over his mouth. Stopping him dead in his tracks.

"We don't answer the door when Dad isn't home right Sammy?" I whispered in his ear. He tried mumbling yes but my hand was still covering his mouth. So he settled for a nod.

"WINCHESTER I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE. DAMMIT OPEN THE DOOR!" Sammy and I looked at each other. I was starting to get scared.

"Sammy? You know that closet right beside the bathroom? Go hide in it. Right now. And don't come out until I tell you to. Okay?" He nodded his head. I removed my hand from his mouth and he scurried away. Just then the door flew open. I was screaming.

*Present*

"Dean! Dean wake up! Can you hear me?" A deep voice was yelling in my ear. I still couldn't breathe. But I could tell I was out of the river. I started coughing up the water and felt pressure on my chest. Whoever this person was. He was trying to bring me back. And he was succeeding.

"DEAN WAKE UP!" I could breathe. Not very well. But air was finally getting to my brain again. I opened my eyes to see a man about my age. And god was he handsome.

"Wh- who are you?" I asked.

"My name is Castiel. Are you alright?" Castiel. What a cool name. But how the hell did he get me out of the water? He's barely even wet? He had brown hair, well, maybe it was black. It was dark. And he had bright blue eyes. Beautiful eyes. And a deep, husky voice. He was like an angel.

"Dean? What's wrong?"

"How do you know my name Castiel?"

"Please, call me Cas."

"Okay, Cas, how the hell do you know my name?"

"That's really not important. What's important is I just watched you jump off a bridge and TRY and stay underwater. And you didn't wake up for hours! I've been trying to wake you up for HOURS! I thought that I had lost you. What were you thinking!?" He was... Crying? And he's talking like he knows me.

"Listen, I don't know who you are. But thank you for doing what you did. Even though it's against what I want. I can't tell you why I did it. But thank you anyway. Now. If you could please help me get back to the bridge." He sighed.

"I'm sorry Dean. But may I accompany you? I'd like to make sure you stay safe." I was shocked. But his face mesmerized me.

"S-sure"

So we went to my car. And that's when my life started again.