Angels Among Us *A Destiel high school story*

#23 Castiel's POV

"Cassie, maybe you should start thinking about the inevitable. I mean, Dean's most likely not going to make it. You need to think about what you're going to do when-"

I turn so fast in my seat, my head spins, but the rage and fury I'm feeling overpowers that.

"Dean IS going to make it! I am using my grace daily to make sure of it. All I need is a little more time, than he will be okay. I'm sure of it."

Gabe does not look at me, but nods, solemnly.

Sam is still sound asleep in the back, eyes closed tightly.

We pull into the driveway of my brother's house, and slowly detach ourselves from the car.

Gabe shakes Sam awake and helps him to the door.

I remove the key from under the mat and take a deep breath.

Opening the door, I step inside.

It is quiet.

Almost, too quiet.

The house is completely dark, and Gabe has left the back door open, making a slight chill run through the darkness.

I mutter to myself about people being lazy and not closing doors, but stop when I see my brother and Sam.

Gabe places Sam on the couch, soundlessly, than gets up to turn on some lights.

I hadn't even noticed we were still in the dark.

All I can think about is Dean.

How much I miss him.

How much I need him right now.

When I do sleep, my dreams are filled with memories of him.

His green eyes shining bright, as he holds me close, kissing me until I am breathless.

Or, his laugh, the way it echoes through the room, bringing light and life to any place.

Gabe walks over and suddenly hugs me.

"Gabe, what are you doing?", I ask, unsure as to why he deems this as necessary.

"Cassie, it's okay. I'm here for you. You'll get through this. We all will."

I bit my lip to keep from bursting into tears, nodding.

Gabe than pulls away from me, and walks into the kitchen.

Claiming, that he feels hungry, but it is probably just an excuse to not talk to me.

Which I'm glad, I do not want to talk to anyone.

All I want is for Dean to be okay.

For my boyfriend and love of my life, to sweep me off my feet again, the way he used to.

I want us to have dinners together at his house (like we used to), and for me to make him laugh at the ridiculous get ups I will wear.

I want us to watch movies together again, with me sitting on his lap, and Jess sitting on Sam's.

I want to kiss him goodnight at the end of the day, like I used to, and know that I will see him again, tomorrow.

I want to wake up in the morning, knowing that he's waiting for me at school, excited to see me, again.

I do not notice at first, but a few tears slip out my eyes and down my cheeks.

They are my tears, I realize than, salty and bitter, I didn't know I had any left.

When my brother walks out of the kitchen, he's drinking a beer, and it is not his first of the evening.

He staggers slightly, over to the couch where Sam is sleeping again, he places a hand on top of Sam's sleeping form and begins to trace his hand along his back, soothingly.

I have never seen Gabe comfort anyone like this, (other than me), it's strange.

Foreign to me.

To think, my brother actually does care for people, besides me.

"Shhhh, it's okay, Sammy. You're going to be okay. I've got you."

And, it is than that I realize something.

Well, two things.

First, where the hell is Jess?

Shouldn't she be here, with Sam?

I don't know, comforting him?

And second, that my brother did know what he was saying, when he said that he knew what I was going through a while ago with Dean.

He knew because, he's still going through it with Sam.

Gabe loves Sam.

That's why he went shopping that day.

Not because of the hamburger pattie shortage, but because, he somehow knew that Sam would be there.

Mind you he was probably with Jess, laughing and talking, like they almost always do, but something told him to go there that day.

To meet him.

Now, he deals with the fact that Sam will never love him the way he loves him.

And, the reality of that kills him inside.

I do not have to ask the question, Gabe looks at me, nodding his head, sadly.

He knows that I know.

But, he could care less right now.

As could I.

"Well, I think I am going to call it a night.", I say, eyes fulling up with tears, as I remember the night that Dean said that.

Gabe does not look up, just places his head on top of Sam's body, using him almost like a pillow.

I smile.

Maybe someday, my brother will be able to admit his feelings, but for now, he will just pretend that everything's fine.

I ascend the stairs, one at a time, thinking listlessly about Dean Winchester.

The boy who I met that fateful day.

The boy who befriended me, despite my creeper ways.

The boy who showed me what real love can be like.

And, the boy who ultimately changed my life, forever.