The hum drum of another day long passed. Castiel rubbed his eyes his eyelids dropping as he shuffled into his slippers and let out a weary sigh as he lowered himself into his favourite green armchair. A loud rude interruption startled him from his peaceful slumber.
"May I help you?" said Castiel with distaste at the vagabond at his front door.
"Hey!" said Castiel with as much anger as he could muster which didn't amount to much at all really. The man pushed his way into the private haven Castiel called his own. "I said Hey!" Castiel repeated with even less thunder if that was possible.
"hi"à the grey haired man looking up once before continuing to rudely rummage through Castiels drawers. "where do you keep your spoons?"
"top left drawer." Castiel swore to himself at his ingrained politeness.
The man found his spoon then went to rummage through the freezer before seizing the icecream and making himself at home on the sofa. "What. The. Fuck." Whispered Castiel to himself.
"I have a condition where if I don't eat icecream everyday I get very sick and today I was dangerously low on dairy."
"That's not a thing." Said Castiel taking up residence beside the man.
The man shrugged eating more icecream. "How else would you explain it then."
"You're crazy. You've broken in here and plan to cut my throat whilst I sleep."
"Why haven't you called the police then."
"what?"
"If I'm so dangerous why haven't you called for help?" said Dean looking at Castiel dangerously.
"Any sane person would" said Castiel not moving "but for some insane reason I trust you Dean."
" What did you say?" said the man vetting excited.
"any sane person would."
"No after that."
" but for some reason I trust you."
"No you said something after that." Said the man Invading Castiels personal space.
"Think!"
"You're scaring me." said Castiel looking around for anything he could use as a weapon.
The man backed away looking defeated "Sorry" he said straightening Castiels shirt. "My brother warned me. I shouldn't have come here."
Castiel felt a sudden sadness in his chest occurring from seemingly nowhere. The man left closing the door behind him. Castiel deadbolted the door behind the strange man checking he was gone before once again lowering himself into his chair. As Castiel made himself comfortable he accidently knocked the coffee table sending the object perched on it to the floor with a shattering crash. Castiel wearily got to his feet picking up the photo frame and cleaning up the glass. Castiel picked up the photo left behind and turned it over examining it closely. In the photo was him with his arms around the man: Dean. They were kissing and had huge smiles on their faces. Castiels heart ached and a brief flash of recognition flashed across his mind before it was lost again. "Dean" Castiel sighed before letting the photo flutter to the ground.