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WANTED: ROOMATE
Rent: $300 or less monthly.
Looking for a male or female roommate to have in the three room house I live in. Due to the amount of time I have to myself I've figured that I am in need of company or just someone to talk to, really. Spending too much time alone has made me reflect on myself and I don't really need that at the moment.
Fully furnished room with cable television and internet will be provided. Located in the beautiful and well-established town of Barrington.
If interested and for more information about the house and I, please contact.
Castiel was not satisfied with hi ad, it spoke very little, it sent a small message. It had been the fifth, maybe sixth, time he'd rewritten it and he still made himself sound uninviting. How was he expecting to find a roommate with a dull ad like this one?
It was nine o'clock, almost ten, at night, and his eyes still refused to sleep. His body and mind were tired but his eyes refused to stay closed for more than thirty seconds. It was nights like those that often brought him to make himself some tea that would help him sleep but every time he did that, he'd excess his resting hours and wake up more tired than he'd want.
The purpose of him getting a house so big was because it was meant for him and his brother and in the beginning, it had started that way. Cas, Gabriel, and Balthazar had all lived happily in the three room house, until Gabe and Balthy decided they wanted lives of their own, homes for themselves, neither of which they had to share with each other anymore.
After they moved out, it was easy for Cas to keep the house cleaner and for him to do his job properly without loud and unexplained noises to disturb his concentration. But then, slowly, the silence and loneliness began to consume and weigh on him, he realized he was in need of company, and that he wanted someone to talk to and laugh with the same way he did with his brothers.
To cope with that, every now and then, Cas would bring a 'friend' over, some guy he'd meet at the bar usually, and spend the night with them in the anticipation that he'd develop a cute relationship with them only to have his hopes crushed when the man would disappear the next morning. Every time that happened, he had trouble understanding what he had done wrong, if he had done anything at all.
This had been going on for four months, thirteen days.
After minutes of silence and staring into blank space, Castiel's eyes returned to the screen of his laptop. For a brief moment, he thought about writing it again and make himself sound more fun and sociable the next time he typed it but then he thought that if he did that, he might actually find someone who would only be received with pure disappointment.
Castiel was not exactly the social butterfly he appeared to be. He knew how to talk to people when someone forced him into it but not at his own will. He wouldn't walk up to a person and give them directions, no; the person had to come to him.
If only both his brothers had had the time to teach him properly.
He grabbed his phone to look at the time and it was now ten. He should've been asleep by now, he had work tomorrow at eight in the morning. Cas was very appreciative of his sleeping hours as much as his body was. If he slept an hour late, then he'd wake up an hour late. It was how his system liked to work. He was set up to sleep at eight and wake up at six, so that he could have breakfast at seven.
He closed his laptop and put it on his nightstand. He undid the sheets to cover himself from the cold that would always enter his room every night.
Cas knew he needed a heater, especially with those October night winds threatening December colds. It's not that he didn't have the time to buy a new one or fix the old heater his brother Gabriel had left behind; he just didn't feel like doing it.
For half an hour, the quiet Castiel moved shifted around his bed, trying different positions that would help him fall into a relaxing slumber. The more he moved, the hotter his body became, the more sheets were thrown aside. Every night since his brothers left had been that way because it always brought him down to the same assumptions of what could possibly have gone wrong that they'd want to leave. He understood that they wanted a life of their own, but they shouldn't have left the way they had: without saying a word to Castiel.
But even the thirty minutes of thought and failed attempts at sleeping didn't prepare Castiel for a sound that abruptly broke the silence that surrounded him. It was a loud sound of the door to his house opening with heavy footsteps following.
Could someone have broken in? What could they possibly want from him? Why would they break into his house, did they think he had some sort of value hidden?
Castiel stood up from his bed, the tiredness his body was feeling was all gone. What if the person downstairs was one of his brothers coming back? No, it couldn't be, they would tell him first, well, Balthazar would at least.
The sounds downstairs continued, this time of one, two, three bags dropping on the floor. Maybe it was one of them. But why wouldn't they call? Had they become too prideful? Still, he couldn't trust his instincts, what if it was some serial killer that carried duffel bags full of torture instruments and he couldn't wait to find Castiel to use them on him.
It took him five minutes to gather up enough courage to carefully open the door to his room and walk into the dark hallway. He tried to be as quiet as he could be and somehow, managed to accomplish it.
He made his way to the closet where he kept things he never thought would use but were too good to throw away. He quickly reached for the metal bat that used to belong to his brother Balthazar.
Cas moved gingerly down the stairs, being extra careful not to make a noise, as he feared that the person that was in his kitchen, would attack him. He knew that with his frame, he wouldn't cause severe damage onto the man, but it'd give him enough time to run away.
The man stood in his kitchen, the light of the open fridge gave Cas a view of his figure. He was tall and built. He wished he could see his face but the shadows of the rooms were covering everything above his torso.
"Sammy?" The deep voice called, "Is that you?" Apparently Castiel had not been quiet enough because the man had heard him and damn, he had an attractive voice.
Castiel hid behind the wall as he heard footsteps coming near his location. He prepared himself with his bat to attack. "Sam?" He heard the man repeat. Who was Sam? Was it his partner in crime?
"Oh man," Cas whispered, he was beginning to feel dizzy, and the weight of having a possible criminal in his home and another one named Sam. He felt like he could faint but the courage that was accumulating inside him that was shouting at him to protect his home, kept him at his feet.
The footsteps stopped and Castiel took that opportunity to walk into his kitchen and turn on the lights so that he could get a better look at who he'd be ambushing with his bat. He wasn't expecting to face a six-foot-one man in cargo pants and a dark green shirt staring at him. If he was a robber, he was not disguised properly.
"Who are you?" He was the one asking Castiel.
"I should be the one asking you that." Castiel's voice was barely audible. He couldn't help himself from staring like an idiot at the handsome young man that stood in his kitchen and was drinking one of his orange sodas.
The man placed his hand on the bat Castiel was holding and brought down without having to use much force. Then again, Castiel wasn't really fighting back because he was too distracted by this man's beauty. He was beyond any of the guys he'd been with. He had dashing apple green eyes and dark blond hair. His nose and cheeks were adorned with freckles right above the beard he was growing, that only made him far more dashing. Oh, god no.
"Where's Sam?"
"Sam? I don't know a Sam," His voice was still low but it was clearer than the first time. He had faint memories of a Sam but he was doubtful that it was the same one he was referring to.
"Sam, he lives here. He's my brother."
"No, Sam was the last owner of this place before I moved in." Castiel tried to distance himself but every time he did, the stranger moved closer.
"He moved out without telling me? Son of a bitch." Cas wasn't very fond of cussing. He hated it when his brothers would do it, he didn't see why a hot guy would be any different. "How long was it since he moved, do you know where?"
"Um," Castiel settled the bat on the floor, "I don't know where he moved because it's none of my business to ask." It was hard for Cas to keep his eyes from the man's, they were unbelievably charming, he could stare at them all day. "So, like, is that all you need?" His blue eyes spotted the bags that were on the floor, the one on top had the initials D.W. on top of a patch that said U.S. ARMY. The bags underneath were the same. "You're army?"
"Was." He corrected, "I was discharged two weeks ago."
"Well, thank you so much for serving our country." For the first time in weeks, Cas had smiled and it felt nice even though at the same was weird. He stretched his hand, "I'm Castiel Novak."
The man seemed to be taken aback by Castiel's sudden trust in him, could it be just because he was army? "Dean Winchester." He took Castiel's hand and shook it. "Nice to meet you."
"Right." Castiel nodded then went back to look at Dean. His eyes were unavoidable, no matter what, all Cas wanted to do was to stare into Dean's eyes. They were perfect for the type of photography he did. They were perfect in general.
"Look, I apologize for all the commotion I caused you, it wasn't my intention to scare you and for drinking your soda. I better go now, but…it was nice to meet you, Cas."
Cas, it had been a while since anyone had called him that. Last person who did were his brothers but that had been twelve years back, then suddenly they just stopped calling him Cas and he really liked that nickname rather than Cassie, which was what Gabriel was calling him now.
"No, it wasn't your fault. You didn't know." He looked down to his bare feet, Dean was handsome and he couldn't help himself from telling him— "Listen, uh, I have an extra room. It's late and I was wondering if you'd like to spend the night here." He immediately saw the confusion in his eyes, "you can use it and just sleep there until morning. You don't have to of course, it's just a suggestion." He thought it was the least he could say to the soldier that was obviously tired.
Dean smiled at the blue eyed man that constantly stared sheepishly at him, "You sure? I mean, I could be a serial killer for all you know."
"You could be, but I trust that you're not."
