Hell For You

And Life Goes On

The Combined Winchester Friend (Cas POV)

   I don't know why Dean hasn't answered me. I don't know why he never answered me. It was like he had died that day, and saying goodbye to the living dead is as painful as the farewells to the ones buried six feet under.

    And I don't know why, after sending me into the worst year of my life, after letting me go without a damn word, my only friend treating me like I would treat a corpse, treating me how after that day I thought I'd treat him, I can't hate him. And when his arm connects to my forearm can't breathe.

Goosebumps spread up my arm and I turn around and were face to face and he blushes. I can't breathe. And then he asks if I could come over. And then somehow I can breathe, and I slip back into my school self, and I gave him my number.

Maybe he would explain himself. Maybe he would apologize. I don't actually know either way, what I do know is that I give him my number and then I sit all the way across the classroom. I checked out for the next two periods. I remember nothing.

Nothing happened, all I did was sit and replay that fours minutes over and over and over again. And how much I hated them, and how much I loved that they exist the way they do.

So I go to lunch, mad at Dean. Hell, I'm always mad at Dean. I always have this warm, low feeling in my stomach, and now that I see him, I do see him, across the cafeteria, it grows into this hot roiling anger, at least that's what I think.

This is about as angry as I'll ever be. And then, oh and then I see him talking to Raphe. I doubt he knows who Raphe is, hell, I honestly hope to god he doesn't. After what Raphe and his "friends" did to me, what they said to me, I hope to every fucking powerful being out there that he does not become messed up in Raphe's business.

"Hey Cas! Have you seen Zach? He was pretty distraught." Balthazar asks as I walk up to our corner of the cafeteria. All of us here except for him; Balth, Alfie, Luc, Raphe used to be but not anymore, Hannah, and even the singular whiny know-it-all, Metatron.

Fucking hell though! The local straight boy, Zach, was always complaining about something. I don't know why any of my friends are friends with him.

It's not like we don't like him because he's straight, and we are all literally not, it's because he will never shut up about anything. Including his straightness, and well, it's very annoying. I've considered leaving him on the side of the road, the self-entitled bitch.

Yet, we all seem him as a child we have to take care of. He thinks he's calling the shots but in all honesty that would be us, we are choosing to listen to him. He's the groups child, if you know what I mean.

Anyways, so I walk across the cafeteria after this to see Dean talking to Sam. Like, wow, Sam is the tiniest little kid. Oh my god, even though it's been several years Sammy still looks like a 'Sammy'. I smile and walk up to them, not really thinking, totally forgetting all the beef I claimed to hold about Dean.

I just saw him as a friend. Well, them, both him and Sam. The combined Winchester Friend.

Enough Trouble As It Is(Dean POV)

I got a call, around lunch.

    Two periods since I met Cas, I got another call from Alistair. I hate the dude. Sam and I, see, we are currently living illegally under Bobby's kind roof.

    Alistair, being an actual flesh and blood relative, has filed many papers to claim us. I don't know why, honestly the one time we met he showed us things. Well me, but, it was like torture. I didn't tell Bobby what specifically happened. But he's making my life a living perdition. A living hell.