It's been at least three weeks and still not enough evidence was needed for the case. There was no fingerprints, or any type of DNA from the murderer. This person must have been one smart Alec because they cleaned up thier mess real good. But why an autistic center? These people haven't done anything to the world. They're innocent and sometimes act like children. It was so confusing.

Well, during the weeks, I would visit Castiel during my breaks, trying to get some more details out of him if I could. And each time I visited he would ask me if we were going outside. I'd smile, and say not yet. Then he'd pout, and sit on his bed angrily. He was adorable once you got to know him. So instead, I told him stories about the world. Things like places I visited, or parts of American history. He was so fascinated when I told him about hurricanes. How they would hit our land and send whirling winds and heavy rain. He sat still and listened to every word I said. At the same time he'd shift slightly, always trying to find a comfortable position.

I could stay there for hours, listening and watching him do things. He was interesting in the way he sorted his belongings and toys. And for an autistic man, he was extremely smart. He solved a rubix cube in twenty-three seconds. I was so mind blown that I laughed, and he jumped, making him smile and laugh too. We'd do puzzles together. I once brought a one thousand piece puzzle, and the next day I found it complete. It was a full picture of Time Square. He smiled again and it lifted my spirits everytime he did. I was becoming a friend and it made me happy to see that he would finally have one.

Besides Castiel, Crowley seems to be watching me. I swear I saw him following me one day I was making my usual visit. He creeps me out. He always asks what I'm doing, or what I have planned for that day. I wouldn't answer or come up with some white lie just so he could leave me alone. I don't know why Mr. Singer put him as my new partner, at least Benny new personal privacy. Sometimes he'd follow me around the office, trying to make it unnoticeable, but he failed at that. If he wasn't at his desk, he'd walk around, looking and watching other people, or bugging me. He was annoying. His presence bothered me. Looking at his face made me mad. I didn't like Crowley at all.

Today, I'm going to see Castiel again for my normal visit, and I was going to tell him I started a little saving ordeal that would help us go to New York together. I stopped at the red light and my thumb tapped against the wheel as I nodded my head to the beat of the song on the radio. When the light turned green I turned onto the road where the autistic center was at. I was always excited to see Cas. We'd had fun doing small things in that prison room of his. I parked in my usual spot and quickly got out of the car. I walked into the building and up to the counter, talking to the lady that I asked the questions to the first day I saw this place.

"Back again detective? My, you visit Castiel a lot." She smiled, fixing her hair.

"Well, according to my research, some autistic people like to keep a schedule. Since I come so often, I feel like I'm part of that schedule, and if I don't show up, he might freak out." I answered.

"Hm, that's an interesting fact. And you did research? You must care about him a lot."

"I do, he's a good person. A good friend." I smiled.

"That's sweet. The poor thing never gets any visitors. It's so nice to see someone come in and make his day." She said and told me that I could go inside. I thanked her and walked past the double doors, practically running over to Castiel's room. I stopped next to it and knocked on the door. I could hear small crashes and then a thud on the door. He opened it with a big smile.

"Dean!" He called out. "Are we going outside yet?!" He asked, still hopeful.

"Nope, not yet!" I smiled and shrugged. His smile fell and he walked back, stepping over all the stuff he had on the floor and sat in his bed, making the same face, arms crossed.

"You always say that." He grumbled softly.

"Hey, hey.." I walked over the stuff to sit next to him. "I won't always say that. I started saving money so we can go. Right now I have like seven hundred dollars. This takes time. Takes money. I need enough to take both of us." Castiel nodded and told me he'd wait. Just for me. I smiled.

"Oh! Oh! Dean! Meg gave me colors again, and I started coloring. Look what I drew!" He sprung up from his bed, stumbling over things to get to the table, grabbing a paper and came back. He handed it to me.

"It.. It's my car." I said, surprised.

"Yeah! It's your Baby!" He nodded. "I drew your car!"

"But how did you- I mean, I only showed you a picture of it once." I asked, looking up to him.

"I can picture it in my head over and over again. Everything I see. And want to remember."

"You have photographic memory? That's super awesome." I said, grinning, amazed once again by him.
Castiel was amazing. Despite the fact he'll ever be "normal" like any of us, he was a joy to be around.

Throughout the time I was there, I joined in on another puzzle he was doing, then we looked through some science magazines as I explained some of the stuff I knew. After that we made a tower with some Lego's, he made it look like the Imperial Tower. It wasn't too big, but it looked cool. And each thing we did, he was laughing, smiling, or concentrated. He was much more comfortable with me than the first time we met. I'm glad that he is. Makes things much easier.

"Hey Cas?"

"Yes Dean?" He looked up from his suduku book.

"Have you ever heard music?" I questioned quite curious.

"Uh, not all the time. I remember listening to something that sounded like words being said extremely fast." He nodded. "Is that music?'

"That's called rap, but I don't call that music." I chuckled, and took my phone out. "I like to listen to rock. Specifically the classics." I put a song on and raised the volume all the way. When Castiel heard the loud chords of the guitar and immediately put his hands over his ears, dropping his book. He closed his eyes tightly and started to cower. Ah crap. I thought to myself.

"Dean!" He started to panic. I grabbed my phone and turned it off, but he didn't get out of that position.

"Cas, it's okay, I turned it off." I said, getting on my knees and walking on them over to him. Apparently, my knee stepped on one of the spare Lego's that was all over the floor. I cried out and fell forward, crash landing on top of him. He yelped, removing his hands from his ears.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to-" I started and lifted myself up a bit, but stopped when I caught myself staring into those colbalt eyes. He didn't do anything. He stared up straight at me, like if he was searching for something in my eyes. He slowly lifted a hand and tapped my nose.

"Boop." He said. I smiled small, relieved that he didn't scream or that  his panicking to get worse.

"Let me just-" I started, but then both of his hands cupped over my jaw. I looked at him again, feeling a little hot. His fingers brushed over my stubble, as he studied my face. "Cas what are you doing..?"

"Are you my friend Dean?" He spoke softly, looking into my eyes again.

"Uhm, yeah, I'm your friend." I replied, my heartbeat racing. I could feel each pound in my chest as if it were going to burst.

".. Do you like me?"

He was asking these heart-aching questions, and each one made me feel hotter. "... Uh, I guess? I mean, you're really fun. I guess I like you."

"I like you too Dean." He smiled.

My heart pounded harder. I had no control over it. The next thing I knew, I made myself lower, and my lips landed on his. He didn't move, and he didn't make any sounds of distress. He blinked, and let me kiss him. I pulled back, feeling myself blush.

"What was that Dean?" He asked, sliding his head against the floor sideways, tilting it.

"It's called a kiss... Cas." I replied, swallowing hard.

"Oh." He said.

"Yeah." I spoke softly. It was quiet for a small moment.

"I like it." He said suddenly. I looked at him. "Do it again." I was shocked by his words. He actually liked it? I thought it was going to be awkward for the rest of forever, but I guess I thought wrong. He's innocent to the world, he doesn't understand the meaning of it, or what it symbolizes. Does he feel what I'm feeling? Does he comprehend the emotions that I do? Netherless, I did it again. I connected our lips, and he closed his eyes this time. His hands cupped my jaw again, as he pulled me closer to make me deepen it. And I did. I propped myself up in my elbows, as I continued to kiss him, more passionately this time.

I felt.. Content. With him, like this, I felt peaceful inside. No work, no worries about the murder, no Crowley, no loneliness or depression. It was just me and him. I was a puzzle and I found my last piece. I felt complete.