Castiel rolled over in bed. The garbage truck's obnoxious banging has woken him up early. The banging grew louder. He sat up in bed. Today was Tuesday. Trash day was Thursday. The door to his bedroom opened. "You've got to be kidding me," a male voice announced. Castiel wasn't sure what seemed preposterous to the intruder. Perhaps it was because he was wearing a sleep make emblazoned with "Fuck Me." "No one was supposed to be home. " The man sounded upset to Castiel. "Don't take off your sex blindfold. Anyone in this house?" the intruder demanded. Castiel crossed his arms.
"It's not for sex. It's a sleep mask. I work nights and no. No one else is here. I was alone until you woke me up," Castiel grumbled. His alarm hadn't gone off yet, that meant it was still before 3 pm. The man was now pacing in Castiel's bedroom from the sound of the footsteps. "Why are you in my house?" Castiel questioned. Of all the houses to break in why did he have to pick his?
"I needed a place to lay low. You didn't have any lights on and there's no car in the garage so I reasoned that no one was home," the intruder replied. Castiel wanted to bang his head against the wall. This was just his luck, first the car and now a break in.
"Someone rear ended me two days ago. My car is at the repair shop," Castiel explained. Why was he telling some criminal all of this? He usually avoided talking to people unless he had to. He forced out the small voice inside of his head telling him that he liked the intruder's voice. He wasn't sure where that thought had come from. The man sat down on the foot of Castiel's bed.
"That sucks. You said you work nights. You some kind of cop or something?" the man asked. Castiel wanted to roll his eyes. Why did everyone think he was in the police force or a security guard when he informed people about his work schedule? Castiel braced himself for the insults he knew would be coming.
"I'm a nurse. I work nights at the hospital." He admitted. He liked being a nurse but he would be lying if he said he wasn't harassed for being a male nurse. Most of his co-workers were nice enough to him. The patients however, were another story. Castiel was told at least once a week he was doing a "woman's job."
"Oh. Cool. So they're expecting you to show up sometime tonight?" the intruder questioned. Castiel was taken aback. The man didn't mock him. That was unexpected. He nodded. Maybe he had a soft spot for nurses and he'd let him go to work. That train of thought was dashed when the intruder started talking again. "Well you're going to call up your boss and tell her you can't come in for a couple days. " A phone was pressed into Castiel's hand. Luckily it was an older model flip phone. He probably couldn't have dialed blind with his smart phone.
"Hello this is Clara," his manager answered on the third ring. Castiel debated trying to signal to her that he was being held prisoner. If he shouted to send the police the intruder would probably kill him before the police could arrive. Maybe he could come up with something to signal to Clara that he was being held prisoner. Wasn't there a color code for a hostage situation at the hospital? Maybe code blue? Why hadn't he paid more attention to that part of his orientation? He felt the cool metal of what he assumed to be a gun barrel press to his temple.
"It's Castiel. I cannot come in today. I am sick." Castiel tried to relax but it still sounded forced. Clara didn't seem bothered by it.
"Oh okay feel better Castiel. Good thing you have the next two nights off right?" Clara quipped. Castiel thanked her and hung up the phone. He wondered how much of the conversation the intruder could here.
"So Castiel, your job won't be missing you til Friday, anyone else want to hear from you soon?" Dean announced. It was like he could read Castiel's thoughts. Well that answered the question of how much of the conversation the intruder had heard. He should probably lie to Dean and tell him he had friends or family that was coming over. But he was a terrible liar. Lying to an armed intruder probably wouldn't go over very well.
"There is no one." Castiel admitted. He was not one for making friends. His brother Gabriel had been the one who would just walk up to strangers and strike up a conversation. It had been years since he talked to any of his family. The man took the phone from him. Castiel cringed when their hands brushed. The intruder was silent for a while.
"Dean. Dean Winchester. If I'm going to turn your life upside down you might as well know who to blame," Dean offered. "I'd shake your hand but I get the feeling you're not a hand shake kind of guy."
Castiel chuckled, "Don't worry Dean. My life was in shambles long before you broke into my house." Maybe Dean would kill him. He deserved it after all he had put his family through. Dean stood up.
"Anyways I need to catch some Zs. So don't move. If you do I'll kill you," Dean teased as he left the room. At least Castiel thought he was teasing. He wondered what Dean looked like. A door slammed on the other side of the house. Dean must have parked his car in the garage. There was a chance that Dean drove a truck but Castiel felt that a truck wasn't Dean.
"So I know we just met in all but I'm kind of kinky in bed if you know what I mean." Dean joked. Dean dropped something, probably a bag onto the floor of the bedroom. Castiel felt his stomach drop into a pit. He was glad he had worn a shirt and shorts to bed. Dean was a criminal. There was a chance he would force himself onto Castiel. Castiel's mouth went dry at the thought.
"I can't let you escape. This slumber party is invite only and I'm not giving out anymore." Dean explained. Castiel felt his heart speed up when he heard Dean retrieve something out of the bag he had brought in. "Lay back on the bed." Dean instructed. Castiel chewed his bottom lip while he repositioned. He could feel his anxiety start to rise. "Lift your legs up together," Dean grunted. Castiel felt rough rope dig into his skin. Strangely that was all he felt. Dean wasn't touching him. His nerves started to relax. "Okay now your wrists." Castiel held his wrists out to Dean. Like with his legs, Dean made sure not to touch Castiel. No one had ever went out of their way for Castiel like this. No one seemed to understand how much touching bothered him. "God. Never thought my day would end in bed with a guy bound and blindfolded. " Castiel huffed. He no longer feared Dean. It didn't bother him when Dean laid down in the bed beside him. There was a foot between them, no body contact. Something inside of Castiel told him that Dean wouldn't hurt him.