Title: Waiting for the bus
Rating: K
Word Count: Drabble - 400 Words
Author Notes: One shot I wrote while waiting for a bus to arrive.
Castiel waited by the bus stop in the middle of the day in a city in the Midwest. He didn't know which; it didn't matter. Once in while when Dean hadn't called for a bit, Castiel would appear by a bus stop and wait for a bus. It was a good way to observe human life and emotions. That's what he told his fellow angel if they asked. But the truth was, he liked being among the throngs of people who were too caught up in their lives to care about him. He was nobody and he liked it.
On this particular day, the bus was taking longer than the humans around him expected it to take. Castiel stood by the pole that announced the bus route and number and watched as the humans became more aggravated and impatient. He watched in fascination as they interacted with one another, or the lack of interaction, as they waited. Like this woman beside him who paced and spoke exaggerations and expletives into a phone about the bus and it's lateness. Castiel found that curious since the woman had only arrived five minutes prior to making the phone call.
When the bus finally arrived, Castiel let the humans push him out of the way and go inside. He watched as the man took something from his pocket and flashed it by the circular machine attached to some contraption in front of the door. The machine beeped and the man continued on to find a seat. Castiel had done this before, all he had to do was flash his hand over the circle and it would beep. No one questioned him unless the machine didn't make a sound. It always did.
He walked on and sat in the closest seat he could find. He sat, placing his hands in his lap, and waited for the bus to continue its path. He liked the rocking motion that the bus would make as it drove from stop to stop. It was quite different from the motion from Dean's car. This one was less relaxed, more systematic. The driver knew where and when to stop. It was precise. Dean drove like a maniac according to Sam. It was a reference Castiel understood and agree on. But the bus was different; it was calming.
End, unless there is interest in more.