*Dean's POV*

The hot water rained down on the back of Dean's head as he stood in the shower, thinking of the boy he had brought home. He was confused of how Cas acted when he placed a hand on the boy's shoulder, and how he stared at Dean when he took his shirt off. Then again, Dean seemed to encourage the behavior.

Dean shook his head at himself. He turned the water off and stepped out of the shower, bracing himself against the cold air. Wrapping a towel around his waist he stepped in front of the mirror. He glanced at the tattoo on his chest, he had managed to keep it turned away from Cas, so the boy didn't see it. Dean didn't want Castiel to know what his family did. He already had few friends, if Cas knew he would think Dean was crazy. Who in their right mind would believe in demons and ghosts?

Dean sighed and pulled on his clothes. He walked out of the bathroom and down the hall. He noticed that his bedroom door was open, he frowned. 'Weird, I thought I closed it,' He entered his room, unsure of what he would see. Dean glanced around, his eyes searching for something out of the ordinary, nothing unusual, except no Cas. He saw something on his desk. He moved over to it and picked up the note, noticing that it looked hastily written. It read:

Dean-
I had to leave, family emergency. See you tomorrow. Please don't worry.
Castiel

Everything about that letter seemed odd. Castiel had never made any mention of his family, and as far as Dean knew, the boy didn't have a phone. Frowning he went downstairs and into the kitchen, he stopped in front of Sam. His brother glanced up at him. "What?"

"Have you seen Cas?" Dean asked.

"Your friend? No, I thought he was upstairs with you," Sam said.

"Damn it," Dean muttered. "I think something happened to him,"

Sam looked up at his brother worriedly. "Why?"

Dean handed Sam the note, running a hand through his hair. Sam quickly scanned it with intelligent eyes. He purses his lips slightly and glanced up at his brother. "I don't see why you're worrying,"

Dean sighed, a feeling of embarrassment washing over him. Castiel was probably fine, though the boy had never made any mention of his family, Dean assumed he had one.

"Yeah, you're probably right," Dean mumbled in response. "'M just paranoid,"

Sam gave the elder Winchester a weary look. "Okay, Dean,"

Dean turned away from his brother and trudged out of the kitchen. He quickly climbed up the stairs and returned to his room. He threw himself onto his bed and stared up at the ceiling. He sat up and leaned over to his bedside table, pressing some buttons on the radio that balanced precariously on a pile of other things. The familiar sound of AC/DC blared through the speakers. Dean laid back against his pillow, content at the distraction of Cas's absence.

*
Castiel closed his eyes, a sense of dread pooling in his stomach. He had been sitting peacefully in Dean's room, waiting for his return, but he had been cruelly yanked from the short bliss he allowed himself to enjoy.

His Supervisor paced in front of him, anger laced his voice as he spoke out. "You know the terms of being a Guardian, do you not?"

Castiel grimaced at the sound of Raphael's echoing voice. The walls of the Headquarters were thin, the other angels could undoubtedly hear him being scolded. A wave of anxiety hit him as he was sure to endure days of teasing on his most recent failure. He made the smallest movement of his head. "I do, sir"

"Did you not remember that you were to report back to me after watching your Ward for the day?"

"I did, sir," Castiel did his best to keep all traces of fear out of his voice. Yet there was still a small quaver to his tone.

"So you did remember?" Raphael's voice was edged with malice. "So I can make the assumption that you disregarded these terms?"

Castiel's eyes bored into the ground, shame starting to creep through him. "Y-yes, sir," He inwardly flinched at how weak his voice sounded.

Raphael let out a short, cruel laugh. "I would expect nothing more from you, Castiel,"

Castiel restrained himself from inching backwards as his Superior stepped closer to him. He clenched fistfuls of his coat in his hands and bit his tongue as he felt a shock of pain surge through him, after a moment that seemed to last an eternity, Raphael removed his hand from Castiel's forehead and stalked from the room, letting the door slam behind him.

Castiel staggers back to the wall, dazed. He puts all of his weight against it, letting his knees bend slightly. He wanted to cry, but he would not give Raphael the pleasure of knowing he had hurt him.

A/N
I am really sorry that it has taken me this long to update. I have been busy with band and school, as well as some personal issues, so i hope to update at least a bit more regularly. <3