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The ghost of the Novak's house

Dean Winchester sighed heavily as he once again laid his eyes upon the mansion he had been trying to sell for months now. Of course, in between he had been selling other houses as his job as an estate seller so that he wouldn't be fired from his job, but it had always been there in the back of his mind.

He went up to the heavy wooden door that creaked as he opened it and prepared for the howling that would soon come. And right as he usually was:

"GET OUT OF THIS HOUSE! I WILL KILL YOU IF YOU TAKE ONE MORE STEP!"

"Chill, Cas, it's just me," Dean sighed, letting his hands fall from his ears.

"Oh, have you sold the house yet?" Castiel appeared from the chandelier in the ceiling.

"Obviously not, you annoying ghost," Dean sighed, putting his bag and jacket in the closet.

Until he had managed to sell the house he had been put to live in it by his boss, Bobby Singer.

That is how he had met Cas.

Of course, that stupid ghost had tried to scare him at first, but got tired of it after a few days and decided to just leave him be. Now they had become well acquainted after the first time Castiel had come out from the walls and had an actual conversation with his temporary roommate.

"Castiel, huh?" Dean had snickered when the ghost had introduced himself.

"Castiel Novak to be precise," Cas had said, putting out his hand for a formal greeting.

"Well, you have a strange name, Castiel Novak," Dean grinned and took the ghost's hand. "But I have decided to like you. Mind if I call you Cas?"

"Not at all, Dean," Cas had smiled, before he had disappeared to the attic where he now only went to pout.

"So, Dean, how was work today?" Cas asked as soon as Dean had changed to some more comfortable clothes.

"Uneventful and boring," Dean groaned. "I did manage to arrange a viewing of this house in a week's time, so there's that,"

"Oh," Cas bit the inside of his cheek.

To be honest, Cas didn't want the house to be sold. Because that would mean that Dean would have to move out, and he would most likely never see him again.

Cas knew it was strange, since he hadn't felt anything for anyone since he was alive back in 1886, but now he knew he felt something towards the man with the ashen blond hair and apple green eyes. If it was a friendship or more he didn't know since he had never felt any kind of love towards anyone, dead or alive.

"What about your day Cas?" Dean asked as he plopped down on the old-fashioned sofa in front of the mantel. Dean patted the space next to him, and Cas happily obliged the request to sit down next to him.

"Well, it could've been as boring as ever, but about 4 o'clock two people came in here looking ridiculous in their high-tech ghost stuff," Castiel laughed at the memory of the stupid men that had come in here cameras ready, and in constant battle stand.

"Oh, do tell me more, Cas," Dean said, his eyes suddenly lighting up with excitement. Dean loved it when Cas had stories like these to tell him after a boring day at work.

"Well, their names. I believe they were named Ed and Harry. A tall man with glasses and kind of light orange hair and a beard was called Ed, and the other one was a man with dark flat hair called Harry. They were so funny, talking in hushed voices to the cameras fastened to their heads! They acted like they were the ghost busters, and actually called themselves ghost facers," Cas laughed, making Dean stare mesmerized at the pale face that contrasted his dark brown hair. "And let me tell you what they did!