Castiel's eyes widened with shock as Dean's lips met his. He didn't know what to do. He knew his father wouldn't approve, but it felt so good... It felt right. He started kissing back reluctantly. Dean put a hand on Castiel's cheek, leaning in. The kiss was becoming hungrier, more passionate. Castiel was just about to reach up to Dean's face when someone spoke from the doorway.

"Castiel!" Castiel jerked back as his father's voice boomed at him. His eyes widened in fear and shock as he stood up quickly. Dean also stood up, looking from Castiel to his father.

"What are you doing?" Castiel's father demanded.

"I'm sorry, Sir, I-"

"Get out!" He cut Dean off without even looking at him.

"But Sir-"

"Out!" He thundered. Dean grabbed his phone and hurried for the door, giving Castiel a worried look over his shoulder. After the door closed, Castiel was able to let out a breath. Until his father took a step closer.

"Castiel, what were you doing?" He asked. Castiel, of course, didn't answer.

"Speak, boy!" Castiel flinched, bringing his arms up almost as a reflex.

"Kissing a boy in this house... what would your mother have thought?" Castiel's father spat before storming out. Castiel's eyes filled with tears and he rushed upstairs and locked himself in the bathroom. He braced himself on the sink, the tears dripping from his cheeks as he heaved and shuddered out sob after sob. He crumbled to the floor, thinking about his mother. After he'd opened the door for Dean he hadn't quite been able to shut it, and now it was wide open, bringing back everything Castiel never wanted to think about. He wrapped his arms around himself and rocked back and forth. His glasses slipped off his nose and onto the floor, but he didn't care. He just wanted to see his mother again. He wanted to hear her voice, he wanted her to tell him everything was going to be okay just like she used to. He had to see her again. He had to. He looked at the razor blade he hadn't even realized he was holding. He had to see his mother. Any way he could.

He was glad when the darkness enveloped him. He was going back to her. He blinked his eyes open full of joy, but it quickly vanished when he saw where he was. No. No, no, no! His mother sat in front of him, singing along to the radio. This isn't what I wanted, no! Castiel tried to scream, but he couldn't. He just had to watch as they crashed and landed in the ditch. But then... then something different happened. His mother turned around. Her eyes were still glassy, she was still twisted and broken and bloody, but she was looking at him.

"Mom?" He asked. His voice worked perfectly now.

"What are you?" His mother asked in that same broken, raspy voice. Castiel blinked.

"Mom, what do you mean? It's me! It's your Angel!" Castiel exclaimed, tears leaking down his face.

"This is your fault. I wish I had never given birth to you. I hate you! I hate you, Castiel! You were never my Angel!" His mother yelled. Castiel was screaming again, screaming for his mother, screaming for himself, screaming for Dean. This couldn't be happening. This wasn't what was supposed to happen. This wasn't what he wanted. The last thing he saw before his world went black again were his mother's dead eyes staring at him. Condemning him.