"Fine. Anyways, how else are things going? See anybody ya like? Hmm?" Castiel gave him a death glare.

"No." He simply replied. His thoughts did wander back to Dean, remembering how his eyes sparkled a incredible dark green. He shook his head and looked at Gabriel who was smiling wider. "No, I'm not in love and stop giving me that look." Castiel put two coins on the table and placed the bread into the basket.

He left before hearing what Gabriel said, "You will one day."

"Anybody ya like," Castiel mocked once the door shut behind him. "Idiot," He scoffed. Castiel entered the next door to have a variety of foods where his other friend, Charlie worked at for a helping hand.

"Castiel!" She beamed happily running toward him. She enthralled him into a bone-crushing hug.

"My ribs," He cried out weakly. She released him from her grip and gave a barking laugh.

"It's nice to see you too!" She said and shook her head. "What are you in for today Cas?"

"Vegetables?"

"God, you're a snore." Castiel laughed.

"Just lead the way would you?"

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Castiel walked out of the shops with his entire basket filled with lots of different foods. Castiel smiled to himself. Mom will be proud of me, He thought happily. He walked back to the small cottage, not expecting to see his mother home. He opened the door and frowned nonetheless.

He always wanted someone to be home that he could come home to. Someone whose company he could enjoy so he wouldn't be lonely. He shut the door behind him softly and walked to the kitchen. He put the basket on the counter and took out the loaf of bread, cutting it with one of the knives they had.

He waited and waited for his mom to come home. Like a little kid waiting by the door or in his room listening to hear the door open. His mom did not come home that night.

It was late at night when he realized she might not come home that night at all. He contemplated what to do, but mainly what had happened to her. What could keep her from coming home?

That train of thought sent a chill up his spine, paralyzing him. What do I do? What can I do? Can I even help her? Or is she even in danger? He lay in bed, beginning to relax. He was stirred by sound outside his cottage. Suddenly, the door opened. Around 1AM. He was in bed and could hear his mother, presumably drunk, and with someone.

This is not happening, He thought. He couldn't sleep due to the loud noises in the next room. He ran out of the house then and collapsed into the garden. He cried.

The next morning Castiel woke up to the familiar green eyes. He flinched at the sight of them, seeing Dean. "Dean, what are you doing here?!" He shouted, mildly scared but not angry.

"I just wanted to make sure you're alright. I can sense sadness and fear. Mainly. But your cries in your sleep attracted my attention. What is the matter?" Dean's nose scrunched up and he itched his ear like a dog. Castiel frowned at the thoughts upon last night.

"My...my mother slept with another man besides my father." He looked away, at the trees. Dean's itching stopped for a second.

"Where's your father?" Dean asked, curious.

"He's um," He sighed trying to think. "He said something about going on a hunting trip and should be home... oh God...today." His eyes widened at the thought. Dean sighed. Castiel heard the front door open to a man whistling a old tune.

"Dean you need to go NOW." Castiel said quickly. "Go. Now." Dean gave a pout but did what he said. He was out of Castiel's sight behind tree. Castiel went back inside and ran a hand through his hair.

"Good morning Castiel." His father stood in the doorway. He embraced Castiel into a hug.

"Father." He gave a small smile.