Disclaimer. I dont own these characters. At all. The idea was made between an rp partner of mine and myself and this is basically our role play posted for all to read. Hope you enjoy.
Ps: yes. The au it basically angel and demons have been living umong humans for a while now and angels have visible wings.
Castiel looked around the coffee shop, having just finished getting everything ready for his morning open. He had owned this little coffee shop for about a month now and business was doing well. There were a few other businesses around him so that gave him a steady stream of customers. It seemed he had finally made a life for himself here.
He walked to the door, unlocking it and turning the sign from closed to open, before making his way back behind the counter. His jet black wings held against his back, out of the way. It wasn't long before the door bell sounded, signaling the first customer.
It was early in the morning. So early in fact that the sun was only coming up and Dean was asking himself how any sane human being could ever get up at such an ungodly hour. He was a "I get up at 10am at the earliest, even better at noon" kind of guy, not a "Yay let's get up at 5 when everyone else is still freakin' asleep" kind of guy. How could getting ul this early be healthy for the human body?
That was when he walked past a, he had to admit, very cute little coffee shop. Dean stopped. He had an appointment, but suck it, the son of a bitch could wait. He didn't like the guy anyway and he desperately needed caffeine.
He entered the coffee shop and slouched up to the counter. Noticing the silky black wings before anything else, his tired brain filed the thought away as "angel of coffee beans" which brought a little smile to his lips even though the thought wasn't funny in the slightest.
"Hey, can I have a double vanilla latte with cinnamon? Wait, make that a triple vanilla latte. To go." Dean rummaged around his pockets until he found his wallet and pulled out the credit card. Then he finally looked at the guy's face. "Whoa," he exclaimed, mouth reacting before he could stop it.
Castiel turned to face the man walking in and then stared, a little taken aback by the strangers shockingly handsome face and the seemingly endless despths of green of his eyes. He hadn't ever seen this guy in before, his morning was usually only filled with regulars. After snapping back to the task at hand he began to make the ordered beverage.
Once he finished he sat the cup on the counter next to the register " one triple vanilla latte, with cinnimon. Anything else for you?" The display beside the counter contained all manner of sweet treats, and a little rack sitting on the top of it held a freshly bakes apple pie, the cover keeping the scent in and the warmth as well. " I just baked a homemade apple pie. My regulars say its the best around." He offered, being the ever constant business man that he was. Always upsell, it usually worked.
Dean nodded like a bobblehead, smiling vacantly while watching the other man's eyes. Until he noticed that the guy had stopped talking and that Dean was staring. He snapped out of it. "Sorry, I was just... your eyes are blue. I mean in a nice way, like... really, really... blue..." Dean cleared his throat awkwardly and grabbed his coffee, "Anyway, it's before 10 a.m. and my brain to mouth filter is not working," he said and took a sip of his coffee to make himself stop talking. Damn it. Why was he so out of it right now, he was usually the smoothest talker to have ever smooth talked. It was the guy's eyes, they just pulled you in and held you there and... freakin' angels, man.
Dean handed over his credit card and smiled apologetically, giving a quick nod at the clock hanging on the wall behind the counter. "Dude, I would love to try that apple pie sometime, but right now I need to head off to meet up with some corporate asshat who refuses to pay me for the damn logo I designed for him last week, but tell you what: If you save one of 'em up for me I'll come by around lunch time and have one for dessert."
Castiel's wings gave a soft twitch and he shifted them into a more comfortable place against his back, " I think I can do that." He said, finding this guy rather amusing, though he didn't let it, or his embarrassment of being stared at, show. He took the card and swiped it, and once it went through he held it back out to him with the reciept, after checking the name on it. "I will hold you to it though Mr. Winchester." He said.
Reaching up, he opened the top of the case to remove a slice, the aroma of homemade apple pie and cinnamon filling the immediate area. He sliced off a piece and boxed it up before setting it on a shelf on the work space behind him. " Good luck with your... customer. I hope they finaly pay you." He said.
He knew that unpaying customers sucked, in the last city he had been in, it had been his own employees that had caused him to go under. This time he had gotten a smaller shop and was manning it himself, to avoid any thefts by hired workers.
Dean nodded and let a genuine smile spread on his face as he took back his credit card. "That's a deal," he began, eyes flitting down to the man's name tag, "...Castiel. I'll be here twelve o'clock, sharp. Scout's honour." Then the smile faltered a little. "Hope the asshat gives me my cash. Wish me luck," he added, lifted the coffee cup as a way of waving goodbye and left the café, shouldering his backpack and turning his expression grim. It was time for the battle.
~~~~ Time Skip~~~~
A few hours later, Dean's already lousy morning mood had turned from bad to worse. He'd spent ages in that office building, listening to speech upon speech, from a lawyer no less, about how he'd been in the wrong and the company had been in the right, with him barely even being able to utter a word in his defense. In the end, it had become apparent that there were two options: Accept that the company would not pay for a week's worth of work or sue them.
And as he didn't have any money to afford a lawyer, he had to resign himself to the fact that he'd been properly screwed over. If Dean hadn't been so goddamn angry, he might actually have felt like crying at this point.
Checking his watch, it was already 1pm, he debated to skip out on his promise to the lovely Castiel, angel of the coffee beans, in exchange of a quiet afternoon at home. On the other hand, if he went home now he would probably get hopelessly drunk and that wouldn't be of any use to anybody.
So, quickening his step he turned down the road back to Castiel's. He hoped the guy had damn well kept the pie for him. But as he stepped over the threshhold and spotted those brilliantly blue eyes again, he found that even if the pie was gone, he wouldn't really mind.
Castiel had spent the day busy with customers, dishing out pastries and coffees and the like. His eyes kept falling on that slice of pie, then to the clock, a little part of him excited to see the other again.
As 12 o clock came and went, his wings drooped behind him. It seemed that Dean Winchester wasn't coming back after all. Though Castiel kept hoping that maybe he was just running late. He busied himself cleaning out the bean grinder, something he did once a week to keep them fresh.
When the door opened and Dean stepped in, Cas wasn't paying attention, standing on the stool and scrubbed out the bean hopper on the grinder, his brows furrowed in concentration. " I'll be with you just one moment." He said absently, still cleaning.
"Hey, take your time, I'm not in a hurry." Despite himself, Dean grinned at the apparent concentration with which the angel before him was cleaning out the coffee machine. He was scrubbing at that one part which usually held the beans in them, Dean had no idea what it was called, wings twitching every now and then in rhythm with the guy's arm movement. He found himself wondering what it must feel like to have wings.
Angels and demons had long been known of and were accepted into society, but Dean still found himself feeling... fascinated whenever he saw one. It wasn't that he never met them, he knew a few angels, but he had so many questions he'd never asked. Like, what did it feel like having to deal with six appendages instead of four, for starters? How did you remember something as complicated as the enochian alphabet? And how in the hell did you get clothes to work?
Cas blinked and looked up from his cleaning, his wings flaring out a little bit in happiness as he noticed that the person was Dean " oh! You came back!" He said stepping off the stool and up to the counter before glaring faintly " you are over an hour late. You had better hope I didn't sell your pie, because the rest of it is gone." He said, though his voice lacked strong conviction.
His wings were a little ruffled looking as he spoke, though he wasn't actually mad at the other, he was more then happy that at least he had shown up at all. He waited a few moments before he pulled the pie box from under the counter " Don't worry. I kept it." He said as he relaxed his wings behind him, giving the other a faint smile.
Dean's face practically glowed "Ah, pie! Nothing better than pie. Gotta admit, you almost had me there!" He exclaimed. "As for the delay, sorry I lied. Wasn't in the scouts as a kid," he joked. Or rather, tried to. His heart wasn't really in it and after feeling a little surge of happiness at the prospect of a dessert, his mood began to drop again. This day was altogether too much and even the pleasant-looking man in front of him with his deliciously smelling pie couldn't get all the kinks out.
Dean's eyes darted up to the menu. "Hey, so you got anything to go with the pie, with a bit of 'extra' in it? Like coffee with schnaps or y'know..." he paused for a second "...Tequila shots?" He was perfectly aware that a coffee shop was unlikely to have a liquor cabinet hidden away somewhere, but being Dean Winchester meant having no verbal filter at times. Especially times like today.
Castiel raised a brow at the sudden depressed look in the other's eyes " They didn't pay you... did they?" He asked as he shook his head "... sorry. No booze at all here." He said as he moved behind the counter and began to fiddle with a few things.
When he came back, he had a mug in his hand " here. Try this." He said. The contents were a warm chai like beverage, with honey and cinnamin and warm milk, a beverage that he drank himself when he was feeling under the weather.
He didn't know why he had decided to offer it but it seemed like a good idea when it had popped into his head suddenly.
Dean sighed "Hit the nail on the head there, buddy. Hit the nail on the head... Basically told me to go shove it up my ass or come back with a lawyer." Dean accepted the beverage and took an experimental sniff. The odour was spicy, yet sweet, with a note of cinnamon and dean raised his eyebrows, nodding in approval. "Smells promising," he said, a shy smile creeping back into his features. He handed over his credit card to pay for both the pie and the drink. "Anyway, ain't much of a choice for me, since I can't afford a lawyer. So I basically have to resign myself to the fact that I lost a week's worth of work, get no money for it and probably won't have an appartment by the end of the month because now, I can't pay the rent. Again." He lifted the cup with a sort of bitter grin on his face. "So here's to the U.S. of freakin' A where corporations can screw you over and you end up paying them for stealing your shit. Honestly, I shoulda become a mechanic like my dad. At least people pay you for fixing their cars..." Dean turned his head around and locked his gaze onto Castiel's, "Ever feel like you're living the wrong life?"
Castiel listened to him talk, then held up a hand, " they are on the house." He said giving the other a kind smile. He understood being down on your luck and sometimes a nice deed was all it took to help someone out. His wings fluttered behind him as an idea came into his head, though he wasn't sure why it had in the first place.
"... I have an extra room at my place... if things go south for you." He said, offering without really thinking about it " at least untill you can get back on your feet." He appartment wasn't far from here either, a quiant two bedroom, one and a half bathroom place. The place was rather lonely without someone else and he had been looking to fill the space with something other then a pet.
Dean didn't know what to say. He was touched. Honest to goodness, properly touched by this gesture of goodwill from a man he'd only met twice. Even so, Dean's first instinct was to flat-out refuse and to pay the meal anyway, cause hell, he was the last guy to want to cheat Castiel out of his hard-earned money, but... right now, he could use every dollar he got.
Dean, who had stood there staring at Castiel after the angel had handed the credit card back, finally got a hold of himself. "I... I mean, dude, that's... thank you! Honestly, thank you." he said, stumbling over himself. Then he seemed to come to a conclusion. "Tell you what," he said and grabbed a napkin and a pen from his jacket's inside pocket. Then he wrote down his name, plus the price of the meal and handed the napkin to Castiel. "When I'm back on my feet I'll pay you back, okay? And..." Dean rubbed a hand down his face as an overwhelming feeling of gratefullness washed over him. "Offering to take me in, man, I mean... I don't know what to say. I..." he chuckled "I mean let's hope it won't come to that, I like my appartment, but seriously..." Dean let out a disbelieving laugh and smiled, genuinely this time.
Castiel took the napkin, looking at it then setting it beside the register " I've been down on my luck before. My brother took me in then, helped me get things back in order. Sometime... a helping hand, no matter where it comes from, is what we all need. " he offered the kind words.
It was kind of interesting to see the other's eyes widen and that smile light his features. It made those fathomless green eyes seem to dance when he smiled. " well my offer still stands. Just keep that in mind." He said. He went back up on the stool " i have to finish this really quickly." He said as he went back to cleaning the machine. Once he had finished, he put it back together and refilled the beans back into the hopper, grinding up some and starting a new, fresh pot of coffee " there."
Dean nodded in agreement at Castiel's words. Sometimes you needed omeone to swoop in, take your arm and help you up again. The angel certainly had. Walking over and sitting down on a stool st the small counter, Dean watched the guy work as he took a bite from the apple pie. Even cold, it was delicious. The rich aroma of apple and cinnamon felt like heaven on his taste buds and mixed with the crunch of the thuroughly baked floor made it perfect. Dean let out an involuntary moan as he closed his eyes, enjoying the taste. "This pie is awesome," he said with a full mouth and took another bite. "Did you use angel mojo on this? 'Cause I could swear, it's heavenly," Dean said, smiling with a little pride in his eyes for the joke, still chewing.
Castiel gave a soft chuckle, " I did no such thing." He said as he crossed his arms over his chest, his wings fluffing up " It's called some people just have baking skills." He had learned everything from his brother Gabriel, the older angel having a strong love of sweets and baked goods.
" my brother is the main reason that I learned to bake and then decided to open up this cafe." He said, feeling at ease with Dean, wanting to get to know him better. Besides, if Dean would eventually move in with him, if events lead to that, it was a good idea to know the person you would be living with.
"That's pretty cool. My brother Sam is off at Stanford, studying law. Big league. It's kinda lonely without him around, to be honest. Anyway, it's pretty awesome you found a job you like." Dean said, taking a sip of his beverage, eyebrows lifting in surprise yet again "And dude, you're really good at it. Seriously. If I had to rate this place I'd give it the full five stars." He let his eyes shift around the small café. "Kinda wish I'd have something like that..."
He'd said it almost to himself and if he'd talked to any other person he would have left it at that. But Castiel's open and friendly face almost had something... prompting in it. The guy seemed to genuinely be listening to Dean and in a way, that felt comforting. "I dunno, I've been thinking about my life choices a lot lately", he continued, "Dropped outta school to run away with a girl, probably the worst mistake in my life. I mean it was cool, y'know, she was kinda awesome, had this big vision of building up her own company and we felt pretty free. That's how I got into graphic design... I mean, I'm not bad at it, I just... I guess I never actually liked doing it? Always felt like I was living someone else's life, like I should be doin' something with my hands and not sit in front of a computer screen. But you know how things go, we broke up, I tried keeping myself floating and here I am seven years later, stuck and still broke." Realizing that he was going off on a tangent, he gave a laugh and cleared his throat, feeling slightly embarrassed. "Anyway, enough about my sorry ass. So, what's it like to have a coffee shop? You work alone here?"
Castiel listened to the other talking, actually interested in what the other had to say. He didn't judge, everyone made mistakes in their life, just nodded softly and smiled. When Dean asked him what it was like owning his shop, he smiled " well... my first cafe didn't do so well in my home town... i had a few employees but they were eating more of the inventory when I wasn't around then we were selling... there wasn't really a big need for a cafe in the small town I'm from. Which ment I was seeing a little red in my bank books... i nearly went under, which is when Gabriel took me in while i settled everything... had a small job cleaning to gain money... made small baking orders for friends and family. And when I had enough I moved out here and bought this small place. I decided to work it alone, and it's been working since."
He looked up into Dean's eyes as he finished, amazed at how easy it seemed to talk to the other. " but it does get a tad lonely. Business men and woman aren't all too talkative... not like you are." He said softly, smiling.
"Yeah, I mean..." Dean laughed kind of bashfully and his eyes glinted as he smiled crookedly. "I'm usually pretty closed-in, but you're a great conversation partner," he said and took another swig of his chai beverage. "It's kinda nice. Don't have anyone to talk to usually, except for my brother and he's, well... you know. Pretty far away."
Feeling sadness creep up on him again, Dean quickly changed the subject. "You've got quite the success-story goin' here though. Bet it's hard though, doing everything on your own here..." Dean couldn't help but imagine himself in the same situation. Running a café on his own, selling his mother's blueberry pie as a specialty. He liked the picture that presented itself to him. Although... he was pretty sure he didn't have it in him. Too much, too complicated. But working in a café... the thought sounded a lot better to him than the job he had now. It sounded quite romantic, even.
"... it gets tough. But I manage. Can't really do much in the way of vacations though, or days off." The most he got off was he opened two hours later on sundays, but that was it. If he was being truthful with himself, he would love to have someone trustworthy enough to help him run the place, so that maybe he could take a day to himself once in a while.
" But I manage. I probably wouldn't know what to do with myself anyways if I had a day off." It wasn't that he didn't have hobbies, but it had been so long since he had done any of them, he had just given up on them. " maybe I'll... " he fell silent a moment at the new and randomly there idea he had, it was up there with the offering of his home "... would... would you like a job?" He said before he could stop the words.
For the millionth time that day it seemed, Dean was staring at the angel before him. 'Would you like a job?' The words were still eghoing in his head. Castiel had not just offered him simple employment, he had offered Dean a way out. A new chance. He had tried to break out before, on his own. To get out of this cycle of too much work and not enough pay, get away from a job and a life he'd never wanted. But some way or another, it had never worked out.
But now, Castiel was offering him a new chance. It was ridiculous to think how much this gesture moved him, anyone would've told him 'dude... it's just a job'. But somehow it was more than that. Dean had never once in his life had a steady income, he'd always lived with this constant worry in the back of his head. Worrying about taxes, worrying if he could pay this month's rent, wondering if he had enough money to pay for food until the end of the week.
Dean couldn't help himself as a huge grin spread on his face. "Hell Yeah!" he exclaimed. Realizing that this probably wasn't an appropriate response, he cleared his throat and started again "I mean... I'd love to work here, honestly just thought about how cool that would be. I just... are you sure?" Dean asked, because even through the elation, there was uncertainty bubbling somewhere in the pit of his stomach. First the dude had offered his home and now a job. It was almost too good to be true.
Castiel could see the wheels turning in Dean's eyes, those emerald greens lighting up once more. When the other answered he gave a soft laugh, glad to see that he was at least excited by the prospect " yes. I'm sure. You'll have to come in and be trained on all the equipment and how to clean it all too but that won't take too much effort."
He was placing alot of trust in this stranger but something inside of him just knew that Dean was trustworthy. He wasn't sure how he knew, he just did. " how does tomorrow at noon sound? " he asked then gave a small smirk " and this time. Don't be late."
"That sounds perfect!" Dean said, grinning. He felt incredibly excited about the whole thing, so excited in fact that he entirely forgot about his pie. "And don't worry. I'll be there, noon sharp. You can trust me!"
Suddenly, Dean's phone rang. "Sorry," he said, pulling his phone out and checking the screen. "Oh crap. That's my landlord..." he mumbled, a sinking feeling in his gut. With a slightly fearful gaze, Dean looked back up at Castiel, said "Sorry, gotta take this" and got up, moving into a far corner of the café, taking on the call.
Fifteen minutes later, Dean came back to the counter, slumped into his seat and placed his elbows onto the counter, burrying his face in his hands. He stayed like that for a few seconds and then looked back up with a sigh, gaze directed at the ceiling. "I knew this was gonna happen... You are looking at the most unlucky guy you'll ever meet." Feeling almost embarrassed to ask, he looked back at Castiel's blue eyes. "Any chance the offer with the flatshare is still open? Cause I just got chucked out of my damn appartment. Gotta leave by the end of the week."
Castiel watched as the other walked off with his phone to his ear, this couldn't end well for the other. As he slouched back over and plopped into the seat, Castiel gave a soft sigh. At the question he nodded " it is. I can help you move things over too if you'd like." He said. He knew he was offering alot to this stranger but he also knew that, somehow, this was the right thing to do. This was what he should do. " i close up here around 7. Once I'm done, we can begin." He said looking up as a customer walked in.
He put back on his business face, taking their order, filling it and cashing them out. " have a good day." He offered as they left just as quickly as they came. " though... i have to warn you... my choice of decour... is.. weird."
Dean waved him off. "Eh, I can deal with weird. And as for the offer of helping me move, thanks, but I can manage. Literally just need one bag and I can fit all my stuff in there. I'm used to moving, so I don't own much." Eating the last bit of apple pie, he smiled again. "Man, this pie is great. I do a mean blueberry pie myself. My mother's recipie. Could add that to the menu, I'm sure your customers are gonna appreciate it. And dude..." here, Dean leaned forward, sincerity in his eyes. "Thank you. For the millionth time, I know, but I mean it. You just literally saved me from homelesness, I have no idea how to repay it, but I bet you I will."
Castiel waved off the thanks " think nothing of it. Then go and pack and I can drive you over to my place after I'm done closing. " he said. He couldn't believe how much he was injoying seeing the others elation at his generosity. This seemingly grumpy man from this morning had become something more intense and interesting. Cas wondered just what else the other was hiding under that rough exterior.
~~~~Time Skip.~~~~
It was now a few hours later and Dean was standing in front of his now ex-apartment block, a big duffel bag at his feet. He'd already given the landlord the keys and had cleaned out the apartment as best he could in such a short time. He knew he could have told Castiel not to worry and to wait until the end of the week, but if Dean was perfectly honest with himself, he'd been waiting to leave the stinky old place for ages. The only reason he hadn't was that he couldn't afford to. Until now.
He couldn't believe how much his life had just changed, all within a day. All thanks to one man. One freakin' amazing man. Dean half-expected to wake up any second and to realize that it had all been a beautiful dream.
But then again, Dean didn't think he could dream up a guy like Castiel. He didn't have the imagination and he certainly didn't have enough faith in people to dream up someone as generous as the angel.
He was grateful. So, so grateful to have met the guy. And a little closed-off part of himself, a part that Dean never let anyone see, felt a little bit more than that towards Castiel.
Castiel spent the rest pf the day cleaning up the shop early so that he could be out right away. It was a slow day today, not many came in after 2 pm. As the clock chimed 7, he turned the sign from open to closed, locked the door, counted the till and locked the money in the safe in his office and pull all the leftover, soon to go bad pastries in the tote for the homeless shelter to collect, then set it out side the back door and locked up. He got in his car, an old Lincoln continental mark V, and pulled out the little scrap of paper Dean had written his address on. He pulled out of the little side enterance to the back lot and headed off.
He soon pulled up to the location, easily spotting Dean standing outside. He put the car in park and got out " sorry If I'm late. Had to finish locking up."
As soon as Dean spotted the car coming around the corner, he somehow knew the old thing belonged to Castiel. Somehow, it fit. Grinning, Dean picked up his bag and waited for the car to stop. Leaning down at the driver's side, he answered Castiel's question "Nah, just got outside myself," he said. Although he had waited for around 20 minutes, but he hadn't really minded.
Then he put his bag into the trunk, opened the passenger door and sat inside, his face practically glowing. "Thanks for picking me up," he said, fastening his seatbelt. "Gonna have to get some stuff in order tomorrow morning, with everything going so fast... Do you mind if we keep the noon appointment?"
Getting back into the car and buckling up, he nodded " sounds good to me." He said, starting the car and heading off towards the calmer part of town. Off a small back road a set of townhouses were situated in the calm next to a large field. As they pulled into his space, he turned off the car and unbuckled " here we are. "
In the little front garden, flowers of different kinda bloomed and little plastic bees stuck out of thin wores from the ground. The front door had a little sign, bee shaped saying 'welcome'. Cas got out of the car and popped the truck, grabbing out Dean's bag " home sweet home..." he was nervous for the other to see inside his place, part of him wondering if the choice in... collection wouldn't scare him off. His wings twitched behind him anxiously.
The first thing Dean noticed was the size of the house. He couldn't help but stop in his tracks and stare. "Wow..." he breathed. "Dude, I haven't lived in a place like this since I moved out of my parent's house... You live alone here?" Not waiting for the answer, he slowly made his way up the driveway, looking around at the impeccably kept garden. There were little plastic bees everywhere, sticking out in-between the flower beds. Dean smiled. Cute.
He did notice the bee at the door when Castiel unlocked the door, but the true magnitude of the man's love for bees only hit him when he stepped over the porch. "Wow," Dean repeated, raising his eyebrows.
There were bees everywhere. From figurines to pictures to patterns and even a wall clock, almost everything seemed to be bee-shaped or covered in bees. Dean needed a moment to take this in. "Geez, that's... sweet." The pun happened before Dean could stop it and he grinned at Castiel. Seeing the nervous expression on the other's face, the smile froze. "Y'know... bees, honey, sweet... No?"
Laughing awkwardly, Dean readjusted the shoulder strap of his bag. "C'mon, everyone has a weird hobby. I used to collect shoelaces when I was a kid," he said, trying to make the angel feel better.
Castiel opened the door to his place "...yea.. i live here alone... " he said as he blushed softly " I'm not even sure where the obsession came from.. but here it is." He said as he stepped inside and once Dean was inside he shut the door and headed through the house, up the stairs " this way."
He lead the other to the spare room, it was rather spacious, a bed already there and it was the only room that wasn't decorated in bees. " here is your room." He said giving the other a soft smile. There was a dresser and a bedside table.
Dean stepped in, looking around and whistled softly in appreciation. "Neat," he said, putting his bag down. "This room alone is bigger than my old flat!" Although that wasn't just a testament to the size of the room, it was also an indicator of how tiny Dean's one-room flat had been. Dean already felt like a king and he hadn't even checked the size of the dresser yet. He bet he could literally fit all his belongings in there, by the looks of it. And the bed was huge! And really soft, he bet on it.
Grinning genuinely, Dean turned around to Castiel. "This is awesome, man! Seriously, true luxury. Love it. Shame there are no bees though," he added, winking at the angel in a slightly cocky way.
Castiel was starting to understand that Dean liked to joke around. He rolled his eyes and his wings shifted slightly behind him " I could change that." He said, his tone even, both a statement and a warning all in those four words.
He had always left the spare room free of the bees because Gabriel had once called them creepy the last time he had visited and alept over. Since then, he made sure the room was bee free. Didn't want his guests having nightmares, even if he himself found the little guys adorable.
"Are you trying to threaten me?" Dean asked, still grinning. "I'll have you know that you'll need something a little more spooky than a bunch of bees to scare me off." With that, he bent down, picked up his bag and put it on the bed with a grunt. He would probably unpack it later. He still had some loose ends to tidy up from a couple of his graphic design jobs and he wished to do that as fast as possible. Best before he started at his new job, if at all possible.
Heh. His new job. His new home. His new friend. There was a weird kind of warmth that spread from Dean's chest through the rest of his body as he looked back into Castiel's steel blue eyes, feeling... excited at the thought of his future for the first time in forever.
Castiel smiled and shrugged " take it how you will." He said as he looked to the bag then remembered Dean's old job " I do have wifi here too. I'll get you the password in a moment." He said " did you want a tour?"
He wanted to make sure that the other was comfortable here and knew where everything was in the house. He couldn't help feeling excited that his home wouldn't be empty anymore.
Dean visibly perked up at the mention of wifi, although it wasn't just because of work-related reasons... Casting the inappropriate thought away immediately and internally scolding himself for it, Dean cleared his throat and nodded. "Uh, yeah sure, I'd love to see the place!" he answered, genuine curiosity starting to fill him up.
He'd also meant to ask Castiel about rent and electricity costs and so forth, but that could wait. The angel seemed so excited to give him a tour, Dean was sure the conversation could wait until later.
Cas smiled and nodded " ok. The bathroom is just down the hall here to the right, and when you come up the stairs and turn left, my room is there." He said, leading the way to thw bathroom. It was rather spacious, bee themed as the whole house was. There was plenty of counter space for his things plus any toiletries that Dean had as well.
Once dean had seen the room, he headed downstairs. The kitchen was down a small enteryway under the stairs and there was plenty of counter spce here as well. " the kitchen is here..." he pointed to a door under the stairs " thats the pantry. And there..." he pointed to a door on the other side of the dining room " thats the laundry room." He said. The halls were all spaced enough for his wings to fit comfortably through and the rooms were the same.
Dean wordlessly followed Castiel around, nodding and making mental notes. He noticed that Castiel's wings were moving more freely in time with his gestures than they had before. Seemed like the angel relaxed far more at his home than in public and Dean once again found himself wondering what life must feel like with wings, among other things. Like if they were actually as fluffy and soft as they looked, but he certainly wasn't toing to ask about THAT.
As it was, Dean wasn't entirely sure if the wings were generally something he was allowed to ask about or if they were a 'don't ask, don't tell' kind of Deal for angels. But finally, his curiosity got the better of him.
"Umm, so... is it hard to find a place with enough space? I mean, cause y'know... your... wings kinda take up extra space, don't they? And especially old places are generally pretty craped... If you don't mind me asking?"
Cas looked to the other and blinked " oh... yea.. it was hard finding a place... i had to wait a few months for this place to be finished being built before I moved in. There are so few wing friendly homes." They were currently standing in the living room and Cas stretched his wings out over the couch, glad to get to stretch them after having them held close all day.
He fidgeted a little as his wings settled back behind him " it feels good... to stretch them." He said, then looked back to the other " am... am I the only angel you know?" He asked, reaching back over each shoulder and undoing a button on each, a small flapp falling down between his wings and he pulled his jacket off, hanging it on a hook near the door.
Huh. So that was how clothes worked for angels. He'd been wondering.
Answering Castiel's words, he said "Yeah, I can believe that... Probably gets pretty uncomfortable, keeping 'em folded up, huh? And yeah, I do know one or two other angels, just... not very well." Dean gave a little, nervous laugh. "Just, y'know... if I ever get too nosy, feel free to shut me up."
Cas nodded " alright... I was just wondering." He said then smiled " alright. Make yourself at home. I'm going to cook dinner." He said as he made his way towards the kitchen.
Once there he began to pull out pots and pans, getting things ready. He was sure Dean would be ok with watching TV or somethjng like that. Soon the house was smelling like cooking ground beef and noodles. He was making stroganof.
End chapter one.
ok so that one was long but im hoping they will all be this long as long as the rp keeps going.