Castiel's Point Of View:

I walked into the funeral home with my head hanging low. I hoped people couldn't see my red eyes, or my tear streaked cheeks. I dislike death.
"Hey," a quiet voice greeted behind me. I turned to face Sam, who was dressed in a formal black suit.
"Hi," I responded, fumbling with the sleeve of my dress shirt.
"Are you holding up okay?" He asked, concern in his voice.
I nodded, my throat tightening. I'm not crying again.
"It's okay," he said lightly, resting a hand on my shoulder.
I looked down at my shoes. I would have never thought I would be attending my boyfriends funeral.
He promised to never leave me.
What happened?
"The funeral service is in an hour, I'll come and find you when it starts," he informed, giving me a small smile.
I took a deep breath, remembering the speech I was asked to give. I really did not want to get up in front of a bunch of grieving people and talk about how wonderful Dean was. And it's not because I was scared to talk or I was afraid I might cry, but because no words could describe how wonderful he was. That's what made it difficult.
I simply nodded, hoping I wouldn't have to socialize too much today.
Sam nodded back before giving me a reassuring smile and walking away into the crowd.
I glanced around, noticing a few students from our school. I wondered how they knew Dean. I was about to walk over to them and ask, but someone had tapped on my shoulder.
"Are you Castiel?" A deep voice asked behind me.
I spun around, surprised to see a tall man with brown hair standing over me.
"Yes," I said, taking a step back.
"You must be Dean's boyfriend then," he stated, his voice monotone. "I'm his father."
I gulped, remembering the things Dean had said about his father- when he even talked about him that is.
"I'm sorry for your loss," I said politely, but I don't think he heard me.
"Why was Dean driving down that dirt road anyway? What did you say to him to set him off like that?" He demanded, his voice low and threatening.
I opened my mouth to respond, saying that I didn't know what happened and I wish I had the answers to the same questions. But I don't think he wanted to hear what I had to say.
"He would never do something that reckless! He had been acting strange lately, and it was because of you, wasn't it?" He growled, his eyes staring into me.
I choked up, my eyes filling with hot tears.
"I-I-I didn't mean t-to harm you're s-son," I stuttered, my face heating up in shame. I didn't cause Dean to die, did I? What had I done wrong?
"I'm sure you didn't," he grumbled, turning away from me in disgust.
I bit my lip, hard. I ran to the nearest bathroom, holding back the emerging sob in my throat just long enough until the door was locked behind me.
And that's when I let everything go at once.
The pain, the suffering, the loss, I just let all of it go in the small, cramped bathroom. I cried, tears streaming down my face faster than I could wipe them away. I slammed the palm of my hand against the marble sink, trying to regain my balance from the violent sobs escaping my body.
"Why?" I asked, drying my face with my shirt sleeve. "Why did you leave me?"
It was a pointless question, knowing that I wouldn't receive an answer. But when you're left with so many unanswered questions, maybe you can only ask yourself.
"Cas?" A muffled voice called through the bathroom door.
I grabbed a paper towel, drying my face as fast as I could, hoping my eyes weren't too noticeably red from crying.
I unlocked the door, taking a deep breath. "Yeah?"
Sam stood outside the door, a concerned look on his face. He held a small envelop in his hands.
"Are you okay, man?" He asked quietly, noticing my puffy, red eyes.
I shrugged, realizing it was pointless to lie. "Not really."
Sam sighed, looking down at the letter in his hands. "Then maybe I should just give you this. It may or may not help, I just couldn't wait any longer and not give it to you."
I gave him a confused glance as he handed me the envelop.
I took it, turning it over in my hands. On the front it read my name in blotchy, black letters, and I almost collapsed when I realized who's handwriting it was.
Dean's.