Tittle: What it Means
Challenge: crust
Word Counter: I fed it's unnatural hunger for percision
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
A/N: "Everyone's a hero in their own way. Everyone's got something they can do. Get up go out and fly, especially that guy he smells like poo." Captain Hammer.
Pizza crusts and other pieces of garbage rot in the dumpster. Discarded bits of another life. Castiel sinks down against the metal, shaking. Cold to the bone, and exhausted.
There's a bonfire a few feet away. Some people are around it, trying to stay warm.
"My old man used to beat me," one says. His beard is scraggly, but his eyes are something like hopeful, "but I got out alive. With dignity."
"Fantastic." Someone else growls. "You can starve with us."
Castiel listens silently and starts to fall asleep. Every night he understands a little more what being human means.
