It had been 10 years since the day it all ended for him. Ten years to the exact day of stress and paper work and dead end office jobs, years of taking the bus and eating crappy fast food takeout.

All of this for one beautiful man whose soul had long strayed from his.

Now here was Castiel ten years to the day since Dean Winchester the man he gave his grace for

had disappeared., and where was Castiel, the savior, the hero of the righteousman?

Missing his fucking bus to work at the damn tech support office.

That's the hell where.

Castiel sighed in frustration, looking around him trying to decide as to whether take a cab or just call out sick.

"Dammit" He growled as he pulled out his cell and called his office knowing there was no way in hell he could afford a cab. "Hello,this is Castiel Novak. Yes, I know I'm late Tim, but ism sick and can't make it today. Ok thanks."

Castiel pocketed his phone and after a minute of just staring at his stupid brief case and finally picked it up and turned to head home.

"Hey, hey, you flasher dude in the trench coat."

Castiel continued to walk appalled at the gall of some people who wandered the street, though he did discreetly look around as he didn't want to run into some creepy flasher in a trench coat. As, he turned to look over his shoulder to make sure the creep wasn't behind him, he is stopped in his tracks because there under the over hang of a darkened door way that had a broken neon sign stating 'psychic' stood none of the Dean fucking Winchester wearing nothing but a slutty kimono as a robe and dragging off a cigarette held in an ornate holder. "Hey, you. Yeah you."

Dean beckoned to him with his finger and Castiel once again looked behind him before grudgingly moving toward Dean so he'd stop being so loud.

"What?' Came Castiel's bored and bitter gravel voice. Dean's smiled grew large having finally gained the man's attention.

"Let me tell you your fortune.' Castiel just stared, was this what Dean had become a cheap streetwalker telling fortunes to obsessed believers.

" I have no money." Came Castiels reply. Eager to leave.

"No worries," smirked dean. "I just want to, no pay needed, it's your lucky day man." Dean pat his shoulder and smirked as he quickly grabbed Castiel's hand, seeing as he wasn't

moving with him and dragged him in the shop. As Castiel was dragged to the main part of the shop it had everything a phony psychic would have like dangling trinkets that clinked around annoying, ugly china rugs and even a damn crystal ball. Dean dragged him to sit down at a rocky cloth covered table with a half burnt candle. Dean smirked "So, tell me ever have your fortune read to you?"

(Writer edit: hey, so I don't know if i'll write another chapter but if you guyslike it, I might let me know whacha think.)