It's not like Dean Winchester intends to offend everyone he knows. But he still manages to hate everyone he's ever met. There are a few exceptions, his brother being one. Bobby another. Cas was confusing. But Dean did like his angel, yes, he saw Cas as his angel. He wouldn't be here if it weren't for him.
Anyway, he mustn't get sidetracked. Cas was human now, and it was Dean's turn to look after him.
The first clothes wash was a bit difficult. Cas had gotten a bit emotional, he was very attached to his trench coat and didn't want to take it off. Not that there was anything to worry about, Dean always got a clean finish on his clothes. In the end, Cas had 'liked the sensation of the softness on his skin'.
Trying to get him to sleep was also hard. In the end, he'd slept with his head buried in Dean's chest and a warm hand spread over his stomach. Dean wouldn't lie to himself; he'd liked the heat of the other man next to him. Cas had slept like a log (so had Dean). Though he knew Sam would never let him forget it though.
The fallen angel got hungry a lot now, and Dean often had to get up at the crack of dawn to find Cas some Shreddies, which, after trying every cereal they could find, was Cas's favourite thing to have at breakfast.
Dean sat up in the bed, Cas lying with his head on Dean's lap and snoring silently. Sam lay in the other bed, though Dean knew he was awake.
'Sammy?'
'Yep,'
'How are we gonna sort this one out? I mean, usually we find some kinda way to sort this shit out but this time. We've been searching for weeks and haven't found a single thing,'
'Don't you like having Cas all to yourself?' Sam teased.
Dean grunted. 'I had him before, but he seems so empty now, Sammy. We can't just keep dragging him around like this. He's powerless, scared all the time. I don't know, he just seems like a complete different person.'
Sam hushed him, Dean didn't realise he'd been speaking that loudly. 'Don't worry Dean, we're gonna sort it out like we always do, remember? I mean, there has to be some way. Metatron stayed an angel, maybe there's a chance that other angels did too?'
It wasn't much, but it was a start. Maybe Sam was on to something.
Dean enjoyed walking now. Stretching his legs felt good in the early hours of the morning, especially when he was alone. He walked round the block to a small park in whichever the hell town they were in now. There was the odd kid in the playground, ditched by their parents. Dean saw one boy using his fingers to make a gun, shooting at what had to be his younger sister, who was scowling in return. The man was oddly reminded of a time when he and Sammy had done the same thing. But he would never have the same ambitions as that little boy, he'd grow up to do whatever he wanted.
Dean wouldn't let himself think like that anymore though. Not when he had Cas to worry about, and all the shit that was going on at the moment.
'You look troubled' Dean swivelled to see an old man sitting on a rickety old bench under a willow tree.
'No more than ever I'm afraid' he replied, and sat next to him.
'That's a shame, strapping young lad like you' that earned a chuckle from Dean. He stared at the wrinkles around the man's face, wondering if he would still be hunting when he was older, or if he would even survive till then. Which he severely doubted. 'What're you doing round these parts then? I know everyone round here and I know a newbie when I see 'em.'
'Just passing through. On a roadtrip with my brother and some friends,' Dean lied. To be fair, it wasn't really a lie, but just not all the truth.
'Sounds fun. What do you do on these roadtrips then boy?'
'Lots of different random stuff. Some hunting, I guess,' Dean hated lies, but his life revolved around them.
'You don't have to lie to me Dean-o' the man grinned, before disappearing.
Dean stood up, searching the landscape for any signs of the old man. But there was nothing but the boy shooting at his sister and the soft wind rustling the leaves in the trees.
