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Woe

 Waking up. What a painful thing. Forced to awake. Not the most fun thing in the world. Just more the chance to be told to go. Go to that hell. God, he hated that place. All it did was make an invitation for the other's to call him names. The most popular was "Freak." It wasn't Cas' fault he made up friends. He only made them up because he was lonely. 

 He loved the friends he had made up. Their names were "Sam" and "Charlie." They were great. Charlie was a lesbian, he wanted an LGBT friend. Sam, he was pansexual. He liked this one girl in his school named "Jessica." He just thought it would be fun. Sometimes, most times, he forgot they were made up. He got up from his uncomfortable bed. Yet, it was a cloud in his mind. He never layed on anything more comfortable than the cheap plastic-covered mattress he slept on.

 His brother couldn't go to college. The only way they had that house, the house with 4 rooms (A kitchen, bathroom, bedroom, and living room), the house that seemed like a castle, was thanks to the inheritance from their parents' will. His mom died when he was born, died from the shock. His dad, on the other hand, raised Castiel until he was 6 and his brother till 12. Gabriel took good care of his brother. Now he was 14, and his brother 20. He now had a job, he worked at a shitty gas station on the highway. It was called "stop n' run". 

 And his favorite thing, was when he got to go. It was a field trip. To him, it was like going to your favourite band's concert then going to an amusement park after for 4 hours. It was awesome. He loved his brother more than his own life. He was happy. He always was. Until then. Until his dad died. Yet he was so innocent. He didn't believe in pain when he was at Stop N' Run with his brother. He was safe. He liked it.

 Sometimes, if he had bad days, he would go into the bathroom, he'd cry, and then his brother always came. He always knocked on the door, he always opened it, he always collapsed into his brother's arms. He trusted Gabriel. There was nothing else. Just him and his brother. He told him it was going to be okay. He always said "Sh. I'm here Cas, I'm always here, I won't go, I won't die yet. Not today. Not tomorrow. Remember what dad said before he died? He said 'I would have lived longer, but I wouldn't live longer if you were in danger, because then you would've been safe after. I would have died for you. You know, you always can trust me when I say, Gabriel will protect you. It is just you two now, I have to go. I love you, don't forget. I am so proud. I love you-' and then he shut his eyes. He went off to peace. And you believe every word. Because I do, I know I'll be here. Till the day you die. Then we can play in heaven after. We can play with Charlie and Sam."

No matter where Cas went. It was always home. Gabriel was home. Though, the image of that speech still playing in his mind, made him cry sometimes. The image of his dad laying in that bed. His eyes teary, and shining, he stuck his hand out, his arms skeletal. Cas sat there watching, Gabriel grabbed his hand. While they said their goodbyes. Cas whispered, "See you then, daddy." and then... the monitor screamed. It screamed louder than anything. It was scarring. It still rang in his head. He cried that day. He cried a lot. The room was dark. Just one light, a light bulb, illuminating that was the small area of the dark room. The image burned in his mind.

He sat back down on his bed at the thought. On the complete opposite of him, Gabriel's bed was diagonal. He saw the empty bed and the twisted sheets. The room wasn't lit well either. The floor, ceiling, and walls made of concrete, smooth, and grey. The same shade. he walked out of the room, to see Gabriel in the kitchen, weary and tired eye-ed. He wore a worn grey shirt and long baggy pants. "Hey Gabriel," Cas said tiredly. Himself, he was wearing a loose Cornell shirt, it had a few holes and a couple stains but it was his dad's. He wore it often.  His pants were short, going 5 inches above his ankles, they were his from when he was 12. He had no other pajama bottom pair, besides his underwear that is.