Home Depot.
Smells like sawdust, is covered in grease, cardboard and metal shavings. The smell of paint and spackle and oil is overbearing and overpowering. And Castiel loves it.
He's been working there for nearly two years and hasn't wanted another job since. Home Depot is…home.
He loves the high fluorescent lights above his head, the whooshing sounds of the display fans in the far right corner. The deep rumbling of the steam pipes beneath the concrete under his feet. The clanking of tools and nuts and bolts and chisels as people try and decide which they want more, which will work best for their household job. The smell of insulation and plastic. The feel of the plastic house siding as he runs his hands over it as he passes. He likes finding the little nuts and bolts beneath the large orange racks and returning them to their rightful places.
He's comforted when he hears the mechanical gears of the power lift grinding into action.
Ah, and then there's the auto-shop in the back left corner, hidden away by a heavy garage door proudly sporting the Home Depot logo and the words 'More Saving. More Doing.' in large white lettering. Castiel loves it there too. He loves the vulgar way the mechanics speak to each other. It seems like he doesn't go a day without hearing these phrases:
'Yo, Ronny! Socket wrench!'
'Who the Hell was in my toolbox?'
'Who spilled the grease? I nearly broke my fucking ankle!'
But it was on a Tuesday, in the middle of March when a new phrase entered the arsenal.
'Who's the new guy?'
Castiel doesn't know what possesses him to strain his ears and listen closer, but he does. One name filters through the haze of grease monkey talk and the clanking of hidden away beer bottles…
Dean Winchester.
Hey, everyone!
I was walking around I Lowes with my mom the other day, going to me a new door! :D
When I had this idea for Cas and Dean to meet in Home Depot. I know, kind of cheating on Lowes, right?
This is just the prologue, more will come though, if I know you all like this one idea of mine.
Reviews are accepted, not required, but loved.
Feelings of an almost HUMAN nature,
Dublin O'Malley
XOXOX