Remember, I told you

Sunday Brunch

This time, I woke up to a loud, but familiar banging.

"WAKEEEE UPPPPPPPPPP!" Cas hollered and banged from behind my apartment door. "UP AND AT 'EM!!!!! GET UR ASS OUT OFFFF BEDDDD BEFORE THE NEIGHBOOORSSS COMPLAIN AND GET US BOTH KICKED OUUUUTTTTT!!!"

I tumbled out of bed and fell straight on my face as Cas's yell was literally reverberating through my head. I sprinted so fast to the door, desperately needing her to shut up before my brain exploded. 

Thank God I ran as fast as I did because I opened the door mid-bang. Cas's jaw was wide open ready for another round of screaming. She guiltily looked back at me, but yet proud of herself for getting me up.

"Cas, seriously. You have a key. Why do you do this every time?" I questioned.

"Cause this is more fun. Duhhh," she responded while playfully smacking my face.

I sarcastically responded, "Really, thanks for that. What would I do without you?"

She pushed her way in and made herself at home behind my tiny kitchen counter. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. You love me, you need me, blah, blah, blah, I'm the reason you live and breathe... Okay, breakfast. What are we feeling? Pancakes, french toast, waffles...mhhm a frittata, cereal, oatmeal...so many options..."

I opened my mouth to respond, but before I could, Cas cut me off. "Never mind, you suck at cooking anyway. I got it."

Cas was truly the best friend I could have ever asked for. She had always been close to my family. My parents adored her treating her like a third daughter and Evalyn had loved her. 

Cas wasn't just my best friend, she was my sister too.

When my family passed away, Ryder wasn't the only one in the hospital room beside my bed, Cas was there too. And unlike Ryder, Cas stayed. I think she knew that there was nothing she could do to help me grieve and process the loss. 

And I honestly didn't want anyone to talk to or work things out with. 

I just needed time and to know that eventually, things would be okay. 

Cas being there did that for me. She never pushed me to talk, she never asked me what I needed, she never tried to remind that they were in a better place, she didn't even give me a useless apology. She stayed and did the greatest thing for me.

She helped me never forget them.

Like I did with Ryder, I nearly pushed my family out of my memories, attempting to grieve by forgetting, but Cas never let me.

 Before my family died, my mom was adamant on our family spending some quality time together. Since I can remember, our tradition became Sunday brunch with the family. Cas basically being family, was always a must at these breakfasts.