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Disclaimer 2: The title is from the song, Chasing Cars and I am not making money by using it as the title of my fanfic.

Chapter nineteen

Castiel had been giving Dean the cold shoulder for more than a week and with the trial being this close, Dean was starting to get worried. Castiel hadn't been mad at him for so long. He usually forgot about the silent treatment after a few minutes, sometimes even minutes. But this time, nothing happened; Castiel was still ignoring him.

Deep down, Dean knew that what he had said was wrong. He knew that he had hurt Castiel in more ways than one. But sometimes, Dean didn't think and he spoke or acted before thinking through the consequences. He had just been really worried about Castiel and wanted answers. Sue him, he was only a kid. A kid, who of course knew too much and acted quite often like an adult.

Dean knew the only way to get Castiel to be his friend was to get him to talk him and to apologize. And it shouldn't have been hard seeing as the Milton children were living under the same roof as the Winchesters.

But it was. Castiel kept avoiding him like the plague. He made sure to wake up earlier so he could eat when Dean and the others were still sleeping. And whenever John was able to drop them off at school before going to work, Castiel would sit on the far end of the car and stare out the window the whole way there.

Plus, Castiel would always make sure to talk to each person in the car, except for Dean. He would even avoid looking at him.

So of course Dean wanted that to stop. However, he couldn't find a way to apologize since Castiel kept avoiding him all the time.

December 20th 2010 (Day of the trail)

It was the day of the trial and the tension could be felt miles away from the Winchester house.

Castiel and Anna had special permission to be off from school for testifying at court. Since Dean was to be a witness and Sam didn't want to be the only kid in the household to go to school, John decided to bend the rules and let Sam stay home.

Surprisingly, the day had begun as any normal day could. Dean woke up around 7:30, took a shower, and got dressed. Then he went to wake up Sam and after fifteen minutes of arguing with his brother and finally getting through with him, Dean went downstairs to eat some cereal.

The others woke up a bit later. When they were done getting ready, they all went downstairs to eat breakfast. All but one.

Castiel was not at the kitchen table for breakfast and he had not come downstairs ever was nowhere to be seen and it was almost 1:00 P.M. The trial was to set to be at 3:00 P.M. If they wanted to make it on time and have a few minutes to prep before the beginning, they had to get going soon.

John thought that Castiel was probably hiding up in the room he shared with Sam and decided that it was best to send Dean to talk with him. Of course, John did not know that Dean and Castiel were still in a dispute over what had happened a few weeks ago and Dean didn't really want to tell him. He knew he would get a smack up his head for being so idiotic. His father might have been caring and had gotten really better ever since the "never-to-talk-about" incident but he still did not tolerate childish and silly behavior.

So of course Dean had no option but to comply and go upstairs. He knocked on the door but did not hear an answer. He pushed the door open and was surprised that it was not locked. After walking in the room, he glanced to the left side of the room and saw Castiel sitting on the bed holding the suit he was supposed to be wearing to court. He kept at it looking like it was an enigma that one could never solve.

Dean sauntered over and sat on Castiel's bed. As he sat, he wondered where to begin, He didn't even know what to say.

"You know-" Dean began and Castiel had looked up so quickly that made it seem like he hadn't even known that Dean was in the room to begin with. But Dean knew his best friend better than.

"What?" Castiel said abruptly and then looked back down at the suit in his hands.

Dean sighed. This wasn't going to be easy. But is anything ever easy?

"I was going to make a joke about not looking at your suit but actually wearing it." Dean laughed nervously as he ran a hand through his hair. "But then I realized that that wouldn't be very nice considering the day."

"That would be mean?" Castiel said raising his eyebrows. Dean knew exactly what he was referring to.

"Look Cas-" Dean started but then Castiel said, "Don't call me that, you don't get the right."

Dean glared but composed himself quickly. "Fine, Castiel, I'm sorry about what I said. It was wrong and stupid of me."

"You bet it was." Castiel said and Dean could see the beginnings of a smile forming. Dean knew that he wasn't forgiven. Not yet but it was a good start.

Dean got up from the bed and stretched his hands. "So how about you put on that suit and go downstairs? Everyone's waiting for you."

Apparently that was the wrong thing to say. Something dark and unreadable clouded over Castiel's face. The smile was gone. "You think it's that easy?"

"Uhh..no?" It seemed more like a question than an answer.

Castiel looked out the window. It was raining and a droplet of rain had just rolled down the window. "He's my father, Dean."

"I know." Dean said softly and went to sit back down on the couch.

"I know I should be mad with him and I am, I'm so angry." Castiel said and then looked back at Dean.

Dean nodded. "That's good, Cas, you should feel mad. What he did was never okay."

"But-" Castiel hesitated. "- at the same time, I still can't forget about him being my father." A few tears welled up in his eyes but he managed to blink them back, hoping Dean hadn't seen.

Dean had noticed anyway.

"I know Cas, I know." Dean said softly and pulled his friend into a hug. They stayed like that for a few seconds.

Then Dean said, "But Cas, do you really want him to win?"

Castiel looked up, shook his head and said, "No."

"Then let's go kick that asshat's butt."

This time the smile was real.

December 20th 2010 (After the trial)

Inias Milton was guilty. Inias Milton was guilty. Inias Milton was- Castiel could still not believe it as he looked out the window of the impala as they drove away from the courthouse. He could still hear the judge's decision loud and clear in his head.

If Castiel were a bird, he would certainly feel like flying. But Castiel was not a bird and unfortunately that meant he had to travel by the car.

Once the trail was over and things had settled down, John promised them that they would buy some ice cream and order a few pizzas. Therefore, they were now going to the nearest ice cream store.

Castiel was sure that he had gained at least ten pounds today. He didn't remember eating so much ice cream and pizza in one day ever.

As he laid on the couch, he rubbed his stomach as he sighed contentedly and finally understood why Winnie-the-Pooh always ate so much honey. He couldn't though, for the life of him understand what the fictional character did after eating so much deliciousness.

Once the excitement of the day was over, Castiel began to worry and evidently he was showing his emotions on his face because Dean who was laying on the other side of the couch said, "What's wrong?"

"We won, Dean, we won." Castiel said as if he could still not believe it. And truthfully, he really couldn't. He was still waiting to wake up and to find out that it had all been a dream.

"I know, I was there." Dean rolled his eyes but didn't even bother getting up. Castiel wondered how much his friend had eaten. He knew Dean had a knack for eating a lot of junk food.

"You do know what that means?" Castiel asked cautiously shifting his gaze so he could make eye contact with Dean.

"I know." Dean said simply. John had explained to Dean and Sam that if everything was to go as planned, the foster family wanted to pick up Castiel and Anna before Christmas so that they could celebrate the holiday as a family and get used to one another. That meant that they only had a few days left together.

At first, Dean had been upset with his father and had yelled at him. But then he realized that it wasn't really up to his dad to decide. Also deep down, he knew it would be better for Castiel and Anna to stay with a foster family that could take care of them and provide them support.

"Dean, what if we won't see each other again?"

Dean sighed. "It'll be alright, we can write letters and emails and I'm pretty sure I can get my dad to cave and get me a cell-might be one of those old ones but still."

"Sure he will- " Castiel laughed mockingly and Dean glared at him, if only for a second and then said, "We'll visit and you can come visit us here. You could even bring Anna with you but don't tell her I said that."

Castiel laughed again but this time it was genuine and said, "Okay I won't."

December 23rd 2010

The day had come. All of their stuff was packed and they were ready to go. John was driving them to the halfway meeting point he and the foster parents had agreed on.

No matter how much he would beg, Dean knew that his dad wouldn't let him and Sam go with them. It was stressful enough and John did not want to add more stress to the situation for Castiel or Anna.

So since Dean wasn't going with them, Dean pulled Castiel over to the side before Castiel managed to get into the car.

"What?" Castiel huffed and rubbed his arm as he glared at Dean for taking him away from the conversation he was having with his sister.

Dean shifted his gaze around nervously. Then he dug in his pocket and took out the bracelet that he had made. He shoved it onto Castiel's arm.

"Here, this is for you."

Castiel momentarily looked confused but then his eyes lit up. "Thank you, Dean."

Dean shrugged. "It's no big deal, Sam helped me make it."

Castiel pulled the string of the bracelet from one side to another. "It's still nice."

Dean shrugged again, not sure what to say. "So…?"

"So…" Castiel retorted back. Apparently, Dean wasn't the only one who was having trouble with words.

A few seconds passed and then Dean said, "Well have a good trip." He patted Castiel's arm and started to walk away.

Once he was near the stairs that lead to the front porch of his house, he heard Castiel call his name. He turned around and saw Castiel walking to him.

Suddenly he was pulled in for a hug. Within seconds, he was hugging back. Then, Castiel was pulling back.

"Sorry." Castiel muttered.

"For what?" Dean was confused.

"You said that I couldn't hug you anymore." Castiel said.

All of a sudden, Dean remembered the conversation that he had with Castiel almost a year ago. He hadn't even thought of it being important. Dean remembered feeling embarrassed that Castiel was still hugging him in school but he didn't think that it had actually impacted Castiel.

"Cas, that was almost a year ago." Dean chuckled and then added, "I forgot all about that."

"Oh." Castiel said softly.

"I was being an idiot, I shouldn't have said that to you."

"Yeah you were." Castiel laughed and Dean smiled back.

Castiel heard Anna calling him back to the car. "Well we have to go."

"Okay." Dean shifted his gaze downward and shoved his hands back into his pockets.

"Dean?" Dean looked up to catch Castiel's gaze.

"Yeah?" Dean asked. Suddenly, he wished he could be anywhere else but here.

"It'll be okay, we'll visit each other." Castiel said. "I'll make sure that they let me visit and I'll get Anna to help me and- and before you know it, I'll be back and we'll be able to chase cars again."

"Cas." Dean said interrupting Castiel's rambling.

Castiel looked up and said, "Yes?"

"Don't make promises you cant keep." Dean said rather harshly.

"I wasn't-" Before Castiel could say anything, Dean butted in, and said, "Cas, I learned a long time ago that promises can't always kept."

Castiel didn't say anything, didn't even think it over. He just said, "Alright" and that was one of the reasons Dean loved having Castiel as a friend. He didn't question every little detail like so many people did.

They heard John calling Castiel's name and signaling him to come back to the car.

"I better go." Castiel said.

"Have a nice trip." Dean said and then walked back to the front porch.

Dean sat down on one of the old armchairs that they still kept after the fire and looked on as he saw his dad shoved the remains of Castiel's and Anna's luggage into the trunk.

Castiel and Anna waved goodbye to Dean as they drove out of the driveway. As they drove farther and farther away, Castiel became smaller and smaller and within seconds, Dean could not see him anymore. For a few seconds it felt like both Castiel and Anna had disappeared from existence. But then that was stupid.

Dean shook his head at his weird thoughts as he got up from the chair, walked inside his house and then slammed the door closed.

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