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Chapter ten

March 6th, 2010

The funeral was set to take a few days later. Anna was in charge of finding suitable clothes for her mother while Inias made funeral arrangements. Castiel was to stay by his father's side, of course. He had almost rolled his eyes at his father's request. Men should know how to do this, Castiel. They're the ones who are in charge of making these types of arrangements. Castiel highly doubted that only men were capable of making funeral arrangements but he remained quietly at his father's side, nonetheless.

While his father was discussing business, Castiel managed to slip out of the room. He tiptoed up the elegant staircase, making sure not to make any noise.

Once he was up the stairs, he walked down the hallway to his parents' bedroom. Upon reaching the room, he heard noises and opened the door.

He wished he hadn't done that. The room was a mess. Clothes littered the floor. There was no space in between them. On one side of the room, the clothes were shredded whereas the clothes on the other side lay in anticipation of their doom. Anna stood in the middle of the room; her own dress ripped on the side.

"Apparently, that woman had a lot of clothes." Anna snorted. Castiel didn't see anything funny.

"What are you doing?"

"Trying to find clothes for that suicidal idiot." Anna took a swig out of her flask. Castiel hadn't even noticed it was in her hand beforehand.

"Anna, father's going to see this and you're going to get in trouble."

"Who the fuck cares anyway, Cas?" Anna took another swig. Castiel took a step closer to her and tried to place his hand on her shoulder. Instead, he flew backward when she pushed him away. Luckily, he managed to gain his balance and didn't actually fall.

"Anna, stop this. It isn't good for you." Why did he feel so much older than he was?

"What would you know what's good for me? Maybe I want to end up an alcoholic like dad." She laughed again and narrowed her eyes. "Better yet, maybe I want to end up like mom. Suicide is just the way to go, isn't it, Cas?"

"Isn't it?" She shouted into his face, repeating her previous question. Castiel knew she wasn't really mad at him because the next second, she burst out crying.

Castiel did the only thing that came to his mind and hugged his sister. He hoped it would make her feel better. It certainly made him feel better when his mother used to hug him; he swallowed down the memory and hugged Anna back.

Once Anna calmed down, she sat down on the floor, leaning against the wall and Castiel sat down next to her, crisscrossing his legs.

"Why'd she have to go and do something like that, huh?" Anna sniffled.

"I guess she wasn't happy."

"None of us are happy-"She whispered. "-That doesn't mean that suicide is the solution, you know that, right?" She looked up at him.

"I-uh-" Before he could answer he, she interrupted him. "Because it isn't, Cas. I was upset, heck still am but that doesn't mean I would do it. Really." She looked up at him again for an answer and once again he felt like the older sibling.

"Okay." Because he didn't know what else he could possibly say.

"We should clean this mess up before father sees this. He might have one of his fits."

She gave him a pointed look and he knew what she was saying even though she hadn't said a word.

"I don't want him to hurt you."

"So you let him hurt you instead." She sighed.

"He already hurt mom, Anna."

"We have to tell someone, Cas."

"Who would believe us, Anna? Especially me? I'm just a child."

Anna tried to talk about the topic more but Castiel made it clear that he didn't want to talk anymore. So they cleaned up their parents' bedroom and after twenty minutes of rummaging through her mother's closet, Anna found her mother's black dress and jacket. She found the matching shoes at the bottom.

"She always told me that if we had to pick a dress for her, she wanted it to be this one. So mom of her to want to be pretty, even in death." Anna smiled softly.

March 9th, 2010

The whole event went by quickly; Inias made a few speeches (seeing as the priest refused to come), prayers were said and nothing out of the ordinary occurred.

Only when Naomi's coffin was lowered into the ground, the realization hit him. This was it. He wouldn't ever see his mother's face again. Suddenly, he had an urge to jump in with her. Shut the world out completely. He didn't want to be in a world in which his mother didn't exist.

Anna, who up to this moment stood as a silent spectator pulled him close to her side. "It's okay, Cas. It'll be okay." She whispered. Apparently, his sister was way more observant than he gave her credit.

John came to the wake with Sam and Dean. They both had their school backpacks with them and it occurred to Castiel that it must have been a school day. He'd been so caught up in everything that he had forgotten about school. He doubted his father even noticed that he missed school. It was always his mother who was in charge of those things. He pushed those thoughts aside and went to greet his guests.

When John went to talk to Inias and the other grown-ups in the kitchen, Dean stayed behind. He stood still next to Castiel. After a few seconds of silence, Dean wrapped his arms around Castiel. They stood that way for a few seconds and Castiel understood everything Dean was trying to tell him. Dean had lost a mother of his own, after all. He knew what it felt like.

They always knew how to comfort each other. Words were never needed and Castiel was glad for that. He didn't think he could handle a lot of talking.

Sam didn't really understand what was happening but he hugged Castiel anyway, right after Dean had. It made Castiel feel better, even if it was only for a small period of time.

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