AN: I haven't written a one-shot in forever! It was raining yesterday and I got in the mood to write, but I was too comfy in my nest of blankets to get up. That's what gave me the idea for this little thing. Hope you enjoy!
Rainy Day
Castiel's favorite days as a human are when it rains. He likes to lock up the Gas N' Sip early and watch the patterns made by the rain streak the dirty windows. Sometimes, he'll even borrow some blankets and make a nest, just like the one he had when he was fledgling. He'll pop in the newest Disney movie and make himself some nachos. It'll distract him for a while at least.
He hates being so powerless. Not being able to help Sam or Dean is killing him. However, before he let's the negative thoughts completely consume his attention, he'll turn up the volume and snuggle down further into his blankets. And then, when the rain gets so hard that it's nearly sideways, he'll shut off the movie and sit down in front of the window. He likes the way that the rain sounds like home. Kind of depressing, really, but for the past few months all Castiel remembers is the sound of shots and screams.
He likes to sit down and remember. Of course, a human mind couldn't possibly handle the capacity of knowledge he's picked up over the years, but the recent memories are nice. Even though it's boring, he likes working at the gas station. It's calming because it's always the same routine. Wake up, get dressed, get clean, open shop, clean the counters, the list goes on and on. Cas never thought he would enjoy something so simple.
But then again, wasn't being an angel simple? Follow your orders, kill this demon, heal this beggar. Wasn't it all the same? Until he met the Winchesters, he never knew excitement, or fear, or emotion at all. It troubles him sometimes, but then he forgets it, focusing on his job, 'cause that's what he does best.
Sometimes, he is so deep in thought that he doesn't realize it's grown dark and the rain has slowed to a patter. He lays down now, still getting use to being drowsy, and grins. It may be boring, but it's life.
And that's the best thing he could ever ask for.