Dean Winchester is nineteen years old and only a year out of high school when he gets sent to the hospital after a argument with his father. Nothing serious occurred, but Dean was required to spend the next few days under observation. While he is spending his time in the hospital of utter boredom, he meets Castiel, a young man the same age as him as a patient of cancer. Forming a quick bond, he begins visiting the boy even when he gets out, but is something more going on?

(It's 2015 now and I deeply regret writing this book. So please either swipe away, or check out my other book please! If you do read this though be prepared for the following; cringey characters, bad grammar, rushed plot, and just an overall embarrassment. If you do decide to read this, then I hope you enjoy nonetheless) I heard foot steps,but still saw no one in sight not one person except for me in the lonely park. As I started leaving I heard footsteps once again. Before I could register what was happening I was thrown to a huge oak tree getting the breath knocked our of me. When I looked up I saw Dean Winchester school badass who hated me with a smug smirk on his face when he saw how afraid I was. he moved closer to my face making me more nervous than before as a thin layer of sweat formed of my forehead. "whats a matter angel? scared of the dark" he said as his smirk got wider and eyes went full black bringing shivers down my spine.

My names Castiel Novak. Im 15 years old. I live in Lawrence, Kansas. I use to live in Mansfield, Massachusetts until my mother overdosed due to depression. Well that's what the doctors said. I think it's because she fell in love with someone who just wanted her for sex. At first she told me it didn't bother her, but when she had me... Well that changed everything. My father was pissed. He wanted my mother to get an abortion. But she refused. When I was born. She told me she fell in love all over again. But a different kind of love. I never understood how she could fall in love with two people. But she did. Maybe she's the reason I have this. I don't know. All I know is that she died because she fell in love, not once, but twice. So maybe that's why to me being in love scares me. Maybe she's the reason I have Philophobia.

[WARNING: SPOILERS FOR THOSE WHO HAVE NOT SEEN SUPERNATURAL OR NOT CSUGHT UP WITH THE SERIES] Chatroom for only hunters, angels, and demons. Let's just say... what happens in the chatroom, stays in the chatroom. [WARNING: MAY CONTAIN STRONG LANGUAGE AND PURE STUPIDITY]