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"Wow."

Castiel Novak never liked visiting his family. He never liked having to pack his bags for a week, he never liked the long drive, and quite frankly he didn't like seeing any of them. Michael and his wife Naomi have so many rules in their house. Anna is always only thinking about herself, and Gabriel stopped coming down a long time ago along with Lucifer (who was actually told be couldn't come down anymore.)

When Michael called Castiel to remind him to bring Christmas decorations, even though Micheal already had more than enough, he didn't say anything. When he got there and was pointedly ignored he was fine with it. When Anna asked him to do the set of chores Michael assigned for her, he decided to be a good brother and do it.

He could handle all of that, the only thing he couldn't handle is Naomi's bickering about him being gay. So naturally as soon as everyone gets settled in for dinner she brings it up.

"So Castiel, did you get those packets I sent you?" She starts out innocently.

Castiel tenses but offers her a tight smile nevertheless. "Yes, the gay camp... It doesn't seem like something I'd enjoy."

"Well did you read the entire thing? It says there are ways now to cure your sickness. Wouldn't that be nice?" She offers, her voice a tad bit too sweet for his liking.

"Castiel I think you should do this. You don't want to go to hell do you?" Michael says with an expectant frown.

"Enough about Castiel," Anna says making him eternally grateful. "Nobody has even noticed my new haircut!"

"Anna please, Castiel's soul rest in the balance." Michael snaps at her.

Castiel can feel the anger, the rejection, the pain, the sadness, and the loneliness start to build up in him. It makes his hands shake, his throat tight, and his eyes sting with tears.

"Castiel you need to do this. You'll go to hell if you don't." He hears Noami over Anna and Michael's screaming match.

He can't. He can't. He can't. He can't. He just can't.

The chair scraping against the wooden floor grabs everyone's attention. All eyes go to Castiel as he calmly stands.

"Thank you for the lovely evening, I appreciate seeing my family but I think it is time I depart." He says lowly.

Without another word he leaves, no one tries to stop him as he carries his bags out the the car. No one offers to help either. They all just watch him, waiting for him to be gone.

The drive back is more comforting than the drive there. He feels a weight being lifted off of him, just as he does every time he leaves. He can't help the tears that do escape him though.

He turns on the radio knowing it'll take him 2 hours to get back home.

***

Dean Winchester is setting up his sniper out of the window in a tall building. He has about 4 hours before his target is suppose to be there, but Booby insisted he got here early just in case. For now Dean looks around the apartment he's in. It's a nice place, very neat, not really his style though. All he knows about the owner is that his name is Castiel Novak, and he won't be back for a week because he's visiting family for the holidays.

Dean snopes through cabinets, dressers, and closets. He finally makes his way into the guy's bedroom. The room itself is small, nothing about if really stands out. There are two pictures on the night stand, Dean inspects them both.

In one there are five people, each one of them forcing a smile. Dean snorts at the photo and sets it down, and picks up the other one. This one only has two people, but the smiles are clearly real. In it there is a brunette girl with her arm hooked with the other person. The other person, Dean imagines this is Castiel, is smiling brightly. His eyes seem to twinkle in the photo, and his hair is going in every direction but it looks good on him. He's beautiful.