Time continued to pass as the station and I tried to figure out the murder. and wrap our heads around it all. We still had no lead. No suspects, or the silver blade Castiel has claimed to see. Castiel. He saw the murder happen. Will the station consider him a suspect for everything? Based on what we got, he's the only person who knows of it.. Is it his mentality? Maybe he did do it and he imagined there was another man there. Did I make out with a murderer?!

No.. I got to get this out of my head. My Castiel is a sweet little huggy bear that likes to color and build the world's famous buildings with legos. He wouldn't hurt a fly. Whoa, "my"? Where did that come from? He can't be mine. I can't put that title on him. He probably doesn't even know what a relationship is. He probably thinks it's a fruit. This is making me upset. He's the only person I feel so close to and he probably doesn't understand that. Or all the countless doubts I have about him.

I had a day off today, and I can spend the entire day with Castiel if I wanted. And I planned to. But, this day was a very special today. After a month in a half, I finally raise enough money to take Castiel to New York. I was so excited to see how his reaction would be. Between us, things haven't really changed. He's still the same. Except whenever I come to visit, he kisses me. I presume that they have no purpose, because he just does it out of the blue. When I walk in, randomly during coloring or other activities, or when I leave. I love each one. They are sometimes quick and small, but other times they are soft and passionate. Especially when it's time for me to leave; it's like he doesn't want me to go ever, and he knows that I have to, so his kisses show yearning.

I park outside of the center, get out of my car, and walk inside. I check in with the same lady I see almost everyday, and make my way to Cas' room. I had butterflies in my stomach. How would he react to what I'm going to tell him? Well, now's the time to know. I stand in front of Cas' door and stand there for a minute. My heart was beating like crazy and my nerves stabbed my legs. Finally, I forced myself to knock on his door.

"Cas? It's me! I have something for you!" I spoke out loud. I didn't hear anything. I tried again. Nothing. Worried, I opened the door to the lights off, and Cas in a ball in the corner of his bed, slightly whimpering. This was strange. He never did this unless he was really scared, or something triggered him to act in such a behavior. "Cas? What's wrong? Did something happen?"

He turned his head to look at me as I sat on the bed. His eyes were full of tears, as they fell and stained his rosey cheeks from all the crying. "M-Meg..."

"Meg? What did Meg do?" I looked at him concerned. I didn't really like Meg to much. I had a feeling she didn't even want her job. Like she was stuck with Castiel. She always gave me a weird vibe.

"She-She.." He started, tears falling. "She took my colors away!" He cried. I mentally facepalmed. He's crying over crayons? A part of me should have just known that it was going to be something so small. But the yet Castiel was very unpredictable at times. He could say one thing but it means the other, mostly because the most education he's getting is off the TV.

"What did you do that she took the colors away from you?" I asked him, rubbing his back. He fiddled his fingers and stared at them blankly, as he relied softly.

'Turn on the light."

I reached over to the light switch and flicked it on. I turned to see all the walls of the room colored on. My eyes widen at it. Blue, black, yellow, orange, and small areas of red, green and white. It was everywhere. Even all the way to the ceiling. It was amazing. "Cas, what did you do?"

"I colored on the wall." Cas replied, still not acknowledging me. I rolled my eyes.

"Yes, I can see that.. but what did you color on your walls?" I got up and walked over to the wall, placing a few fingers on the art, feeling the slight waxy material. 

"Do you remember the picture.. of New York... from last week?" Cas said, in a daze of some kind, because he looked out of it. He stared at the floor. I nodded. "That's what it is... New York." I gasped lightly when the image came to. I stepped back, and saw it all. It was all scribbles, but even you took a good look at it, it was a picture of a busy Time Square at night time, full of flashing lights of many colors. The black complimented the white crayon as they intertwined to make the stars in the sky. The blue, orange and yellow were the mixture of street lights and the night sky being somewhat lit by the city below it. I was amazed on how talented he was. I swear, my eyes got a little teary just by looking at this masterpiece.

"This is so beautiful Cas... I say it's worth the wall it's drawn on." I smile a bit, and turn around. At that moment he was suddenly in front of me. I flinched a bit. "Whoa, someone should really put a bell on you or something. You almost gave me a heart attack." I laughed breathlessly.

"You came early today, Dean. Is there something?" He asked me. His vocabulary has improved over the time I've been seeing him. I haven't noticed how well it has gotten until now. What are they teaching him here that he's doing so good in his speech?

"Oh! I forgot." I smiled and almost jumped. He looked at me with a confused expression, causing him to tilt his head to the side. "I have a surprise for you."

"Really? What could it be?" He raised his eyebrows. I grinned and pulled out two plane tickets from the inside pocket of my jacket. He looked at them, his expression changing back to confusion. "I don't understand. Pieces of paper is the surprise?"

I laughed a bit. "No, Cas. These are plane tickets." He looked back up to me.

"I don't see how we need plane tick-" He stopped talking as I put them closer to his face. ".. N-New York? It says New York!" His eyes widened and a happy grin appeared in his face at he lit up.

"Mhm, we can go to New York." I smiled. "We can go outside." He grabbed the tickets and stared at them for a long time. I saw a few tears fall from his eyes, then he looked back up to me.

"Thank you, Dean.." He said. And that was more than enough of what I needed. He was happy. He continued to stare at the tickets as if it was his way of saving his soul and getting out of hell. And I don't blame him. I would do anything in order to get out of this prison. He seemed so sad all alone. And he was completely different when I come to visit. It's honestly not healthy that he's been here all this life. How is he suppose to learn and grow and know the world if these walls are keeping him from it?

I get pulled away from my thoughts by a surprise kiss from Cas. His eyes are closed, and his hand is clutching onto my jacket, so this is one of his more passionate kisses. I kissed back, my eyes fluttering shut. I wrapped my arms around him and held him as close as possible. His hands remained on my chest, one with the tickets in his hand, and the other against my jacket. I wanted more. And I know, shame on me, that I can feel myself getting excited. But I couldn't do this to Castiel. Especially since he might not even know what it is. I could never harm him like that; or anyway in general.

He pulls back and looks up to me with those sparking pool-blue eyes he has. I'll be lying if I said I didn't fall hard for those eyes. Each time he looked at me like this, it was another one of Cupid's arrows through my heart. He smiled at me once more and softly thanked me. I couldn't wait to be able to take him outside, more than anything to New York. I wanted to see the moment he would be able to see his dream place for the first time in his life. In person.

"Cas.." I started. He looked up to me again.

"Yes Dean?" He replied. I had a large thumping in my chest now, and I felt my heart was going to burst out and run around, exploding fireworks.

"Is it.. safe to say that.." I paused, my cheeks slightly burning. ".. That I love you?"

Castiel's eyes widened a bit.