It's been five years since Dean first laid eyes on Castiel. Five years of pain, anger, and sadness. When the Winchesters return to that exact high school because of a case, he's not sure he can take the flood of memories. What happens though when the ghost is the one and only, Castiel, the boy he still loves?

"Dean! Hurry up! We need to leave in ten!" Sam shouted.

Dean rolled his eyes, trying to ignore the pain. His family would find it stupid if they knew he was grieving the pain of loosing a boy he knew for only two months. He didn't care, Castiel had been smart and cute and everything he had ever wanted. He was the only boy Dean had ever kissed. He slept with women quite often, trying to get over his feeling for Cas, but it never worked.

He knew exactly where they were headings. He was in no rush to get there. Sam needed the practice more, maybe dad would just take him. He knew that going there would just distract him. And right now, they just couldn't have that.

A series of murders had been happening lately. The strange thing was that all of the security cameras showed the same thing. Someone being stabbed three times in the chest and then once in the head. The victim would try to defend themselves, but it was difficult when your attacker was invisible. If they found out who- or what- was behind this, they'd be out of there quick as lightning. Far as they could tell, it was just a vengeful spirit. Killing it would be easy. The hard part was finding the correct bones or item it was attached to.

Straightening his tie, Dean stepped out of the Impala and walked towards the latest victim. Stopping at the crime scene tape, he held out his badge.

"I'm Agent Potter, FBI. This is is my partner, Agent Castillo, also FBI," he introduced himself and his brother.

"FBI? What brings you here?"

The sheriff walked up, and answered for them. "This is the eigth victim. It officially makes it a serial killer, and now out of our district. Get these two young men whatever they might need. Gentlemen, I'm Sheriff Scott. We've identified the victim as Joshua Nelson, a softmore who was just working late on his school project. According to some of his fellow schoolmates, he was very depressed and his family wasn't what you'd call kind. This has been the same for the last seven victims. I assume you've seen the security footage?"

Dean nodded. "We left our case files behind though. Any chance we could get a copy of each?" he asked.

"Of course. I'll have Jerry get those to you. Do you want the full tour or will you just go off on your own?" Sheriff Scott offered.

"I'll take the full tour," Sam said. "Potter here will just want to take a look over himself."

"Sure thing. Just follow me," the sheriff gestured.

Dean mouthed thank you, and Sam smiled slightly. Biting his bottom lip, Dean walked into the high school. He had gone to at least a hundred different schools in his life time. It was hard to pull off, but he managed. This one though. This one was where he had met the love of his life. Most would call him crazy, but the second he had seen those light blue eyes, he had been in love. Working his way through the school, he visited a certain locker. He smiled at the memory, remembering how soft Castiel's lips were. As he looked closer he saw a blood splatter and a dent, almost as if something had been banged against the locker and pushed through someone's...

"Oh. Oh," Dean muttered as he realized that this must have been where one of the murders had happened.

He snapped a picture, and made his way through memory lane. When he came to the classroom he first met Castiel in, and at the exact desk was a dent a small blood splatter, he started to get suspicious. Heading off to the hallway, he found the exact same thing.

Each spot he visited that he and Castiel had stood some years ago had a dent- even when there was nothing, but concrete- and a small blood splatter. The bathroom, the stretch of lockers where his had been, the bottom of the stairwell and the top which lead to the roof. Each one had been where one of the murders had been committed. The newest murder of Joshua Nelson had happened where the Impala had been parked when he helped Castiel with his books. That was all of the places he and Castiel had had something happen. There was one other place, but it wasn't in the school. It was at the Cowboy Inn, room 37.

Calling Sam, he made his way back to the Impala. When his brother picked up, he had just started the engine.

"What's wrong? Where are you?" Sam asked.

"I think I might know where another murder is. I'm about to head off now. Check for EMF readings and then meet me at the Cowboy Inn. You do remember where that is right?" Dean spoke rapidly. "Sam? You there?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm here. Dean, is there something you want to tell me?" he asked.

Dean chewed on his bottom lip and swallowed some fear. "Sam, ask Sheriff Scott to pull up the case file on Castiel Novak from five years ago. I need to know how he died."

"Dean, isn't that the boy who..." Sam never got to finish his sentence.

"Yes. Just do as I asked. Please Sam. This is somewhat important."

"I will. Be safe out there," Sam reinsured him.

"Thanks. You be safe too."

"Always."

As the phone call was ended, he pulled up to the motel. He got out and Dean hurriedly picked the lock. Stepping in, he nearly threw up at the smell. Though he was just in time to find what would've been their ninth victim. Firing a salt round into the ghost, he helped the girl up. She was sobbing and basically collapsed in his arms.

"Hey, it's okay. I got you. No one's going yo hurt you now. What's your name?" Dean cradled her.

"Heltia. Heltia Loone. How did you find me? Who are you?" she asked.

Dean smiled slightly. "I'm Agent Potter. I'm with the FBI. I didn't know who I'd find here, I just knew I'd find someone. Why were you here?"

"I came here to kill myself," she whispered. "I just couldn't stand it anymore. I wanted to die. No one loves me, and my father is really abusive. I'm just not strong enough to last this all."

The scars on her arms though said enough. She was abused at home and at school. The teachers were useless. Death threats and offers came from everywhere. She was close to giving up. In fact, she already had. She had to have tried more than once already. Pulling Heltia closer, he lead her out of the room.

"It's alright. I understand. You'll get through this, you just have to stay strong."

"Have you ever attempted suicide Agent Potter?" she asked.

Dean shook his head. "No, but I had a close friend who did. Three times in fact."

"Then you wouldn't understand. I don't honestly understand myself. Before I started this high school I was happy. But then I just got depressed. My family started hating me, friends seemed to vanish, and I swore I saw this kid. He looked scared. He seemed to begging for help, but I was the only one who saw him. If your the FBI I can tell you this. Those other kids who were murdered. They saw him too. One tried to help him, but he just ran up the stairs to the roof and hid. The kid who chased him up there was Joshua. He was killed this morning. But I assume you knew that," Heltia spoke as they drove along, a hint of fear in her voice.

"This boy... What did he look like?" Dean asked.

"Short, dark brown hair, really light blue eyes, scars all up his left arm."

"Did he have a bandage or cast on his left arm ever?"

"Yeah, does that matter?" she questioned.

Dean opened his phone and called Sam. "Because I might be wrong, but I believe that boy you were seeing is Castiel Novak. He used to go there before he was murdered. Three stabs to the chest, one to the head. I'm going to need your help."

"Sure, anything," she answered.

Holding a single finger to his mouth, he started to talk to Sam. "Hey Castillo. Did you get anything on the Novak case yet?"

"Yeah. It says here he was killed with three stabs to the chest, and one to the head. The one to head is what really did him in for though. Just like all of these cases. Get this though. When they found him, his head had been pounded into a wall. It left a dent and a small blood splatter. That's been found at every crime scene," Sam rambled off information.

"His father. Where is he?"

"Umm... Dead. It says the boy's father died six days after murdering his son. Alcohol poisoning apparently. Dean, if his dad is dead and was cremated..." Sam's voice was full of regret.

"No need to say it. I know."

"I'm sorry Dean. I know how much this must hurt," Sam tried his best to sooth him.

Dean shut the phone, trying his hardest to ignore the stinging feeling of tears. They pulled up to the school and Heltia got out while Dean worked to regain his composure. Smiling broadly he walked into the school and came face to face with Sam. As they walked along, he asked him questions.

"Any EMF?"

"Through the roof. But only in certain spots where each victim was killed. That makes some sense, but still leaves you to wonder..." Sam trailed off.

Dean nodded. "I think I have an idea. Heltia here is going to help us since I saved her."

The girl nodded and stopped by a row of lockers. "'There. I first saw the boy there. He didn't look scared that time though. He looked happy, flustered none the least, but happy and pleased."

Dean smiled slightly, remembering how he had pushed him up against the lockers and kissed him and how he had kissed him back and oh how good it felt.

"Then he took off running. Up the stairs. There he looked scared, as if someone was going to hurt him. He walked slowly down the stairs. He tripped twice, but someone, or something, caught him. The next time I saw him was in home room. He looked really nervous them. And then at another locker. His hand were above his head, fingers intertwined, almost as if he had them behind something. He had his head tilted up and eyes closed. Another time he seemed to have fallen in the hallway. Once I saw him in boys bathroom, the girl's was out of order so we all had to take turns, and out in the front, where Joshua was killed. And then once outside the Cowboy Inn," she said nervously. "Does that help?"

"Thank you, it does. One more thing. Did anything special ever happen there this year?" Dean questioned.

"All nine places were vandalised, but no, there was nothing else," she said.

"Okay. Your free to go."

When she was gone, Sam turned to Dean and looked him in the eye. "Dude, that could be it. He could've turned vengeful when they vandalised the place. Did these places mean anything to him?" Sam questioned.

Dean nodded. "Yeah. But not just to him, but to me too Sam. Those were places where we had memories."

"Whoa. Love even in death. Think that might be why he didn't go with his reaper?"

"Probably," Dean kept his answers short.

Sam gave his brother a pitiful look. "You do know we'll have to burn his bones right?"

"I know. Could I just have a second," he asked in a small voice.

Sam left and Dean placed his hand on Castiel's locker. "Oh Cas... I wish I could've saved you. I loved you Cas. I still do. I've tried to move on, but I just can't. No one has made my heart leap at their sight like you did. I'm sorry we have to do this. I still love you. Nothing and no one can ever change that. I do hope you understand."

A few hours later, around one in morning, they were pouring salt in a casket. Sam lighted a match and gave it to Dean.

"Do you want to do it?"

Dean's shaky hand took it and dropped it inside. The fire took off quickly and Dean looked away, knowing that this was officially the end of Castiel Novak. He let a single tear fall. And then he walked away.

Castiel had been right. Dean Winchester had been the fall of him.

Okay so I wasn't going to continue this, but I wanted to and so I did! I hope you enjoyed this chapter as much as the first, and thank you all sooo much for the reviews! It means so much to me! I hope you enjoyed and please review!

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