Castiel had never really liked being social, honestly. He was okay with it, but never really enjoyed it, you know? He did his best to be polite when he could, tried not to slip up and say those sarcastic comments that always popped into his mind. He was a generally friendly person, most people would say, and he liked that people thought that about him. It felt good to know people liked you, you know?

Considering who he was, it was good to have people on your side. Willing to help you out when you needed it, give you a place to stay, all of that nice stuff. He himself couldn't offer anything along those lines to anyone else. You see, Castiel didn't live in a specific place, didn't have much of his own, didn't do a whole lot with his life. He had planned on doing big things, changing the world, figuring out things that people had been wondering about for centuries. He wanted to answer life's questions, to be able to be asked any question and to have an answer, you know? It would be cool, to always have an answer for someone.

When he was younger, his older brother, Gabriel, used to take him outside and just lay with him in the grass. They didn't talk, didn't move, just laid there in silence and stared up at the sky, watching the clouds roll through the sky or the stars shine down on them. It had always fascinated him, the sky. All of space. Gabriel had never been the best of brothers, honestly, but he'd given him that. Castiel had went through school with that interest in space, even went on to college to get a degree for at least something space related. But he'd failed to get into anywhere. Every school he applied to turned him down, and he decided, Well, I suppose I'm not cut out for it anyway.

Today was a day like any other, Castiel was wearing his black hoodie and his jeans, walking around in some local park. It was a nice place, really, with an abundance of green and colorful flowers, then off to one side there were things for children, like a swingset and such. Occasionally, he went over there and got on one of the swings, but that was rare. It was only if there was no one over there, and typically? That part of the park was packed. He stuck around the other side, sitting on the benches or leaning against trees. Today he was sitting down, leaned against a tree, a headache piercing his mind and smoke blowing out through his nose. He figured that smoking probably didn't help his headache, but in a way, it did. It helped him to smoke when he was stressed, and god was he stressed right now. He'd just had a really bad trip and let me tell you, it had not been pleasant. He'd stumbled all over the place, couldn't see a freaking thing, was sweating and shaking like crazy, and somehow he'd found himself here. It was okay, though, he'd had worse trips before and he could get through this.

But goddamn it didn't feel like it when his head was pounding like this. He was sitting in the shade, his eyes shut, but he still felt the need for more darkness. He could barely concentrate on anything-which, actually, that wasn't a new thing, but it was still annoying as hell. After taking another long drag of his cigarette, he pulled off his hoodie, releasing the air in his lungs after he did so. He draped the hoodie over his head, the slight increase of darkness helping a bit, but not that much. Whatever, he'd take what he could get. Castiel breathed out a quiet sigh, and after putting out his cigarette, tossed it away with a flick of his wrist. He reached into his pocket, pulling out his box of cigarettes, but alas, it was empty, he found once he opened his eyes. He closed them immediately afterwards, crushing the box in his hand. A shocked gasp escaped him when he felt something drop on his leg, hand going to pull the hoodie off of his head.

He was greeted by the sight of a new, unopened box of cigarettes on his leg, just laying there for him to open and smoke. God, it was his favorite kind, too. Turning his head up, his gaze fell on a man-and holy shit, that's what he looked like. The dark circles under his eyes made him appear as though he hadn't slept for days, and just looked generally.. bad. His dirty blonde hair was greasy and dirty, looked a bit like it was longer than the man wanted. The same went for his slight beard-it looked like he just hadn't had the time to clean up, like he'd typically be the kind of guy to be clean shaven and have his hair all nice and gelled up. His brilliant green eyes were locked on Castiel, a smirk pulling at his lips. He had piercings-well, only snake bites, but Castiel had always thought those looked cool. Himself, well he only had an eyebrow piercing.

The man's smirk only seemed to grow wider when he noticed that Castiel was staring at him, his eyebrow raising as if in question.

"Hello, stranger. Don't mind me, continue doing.. whatever it was you were doing." The man made a shooing motion, pointedly looking to the cigarettes, as if telling him to smoke. Castiel was thoroughly confused about this, and well he wanted to question the man, but his urge to smoke overpowered the urge to question. So, he did as asked, opening the box of cigarettes and proceeding to take out his lighter, lighting a cigarette before putting it between his lips. He inhaled slowly and deeply, eyes fluttering closed as he did so even though he typically kept an eye on strangers. Whatever, he had the strange feeling that he could trust this guy.

After a few minutes, he did speak up.

"So.. what's up with you? Got a watching-people-smoke fetish?" He inquired, opening his eyes once more to look over at the man, who let out a little chuckle.

"No, no. You just looked a bit lonely under that jacket of yours, and I saw that you were out of cigarettes. So, being the charming fellow that I am, I decided to step in and give you some."

"Alrighty then."

Castiel finished off the cigarette, proceeding to stand and pull his hoodie back on before moving over to hold out his hand towards the other man. The box of cigarettes was in his pocket, because hey, he wasn't going to ask this guy to take them back. "I'm Castiel."

"Dean." The man, or Dean, he supposed, flashed him a smile, taking Castiel's hand to give it a little shake. Castiel gave a nod, deciding that yeah, that name suited this guy.

"Well, uh, Dean, thanks for the uh, cigarettes. I'll see you around. I'd recommend getting a shower sometime though." This of course just caused Dean to outright laugh, the corners of his eyes crinkling in a way that made him just appear... friendly. Castiel couldn't help but smile a little at the sight. After that he left, the headache still causing his head to feel like it was exploding, but he made it through, like he knew he would.