Ahh, how he loved the way the light shone in through the windows, disturbing him from his slumber. It was just great. Also great was the alarm clock blaring away, inches from his face. It was stopped soon enough, though, considering how he snatched it from the bedside table and threw it to the floor. He slowly sat up in his bed, proceeding to step onto the wooden floor and stand. Broken glass from the alarm clock embedded itself into his skin, and he turned, walking towards the bathroom door.
Looking in the mirror, he let out a quiet sigh. Who was he? Well, his name was Castiel. It wasn't like anyone called him by that name, but it was on his birth certificate as well as his license. Speaking of which, he seemed to recall having his license taken away the other day. It wasn't like he used it that much anyway. His gaze swept over his dark, messy hair, his old and worn out shirt and sweatpants. He reached onto the counter, grabbing his silver glasses and putting them on. Glancing down, his eyes found that the floor was red with blood. Well, he should probably clean that up before anyone comes over, huh. He'd do it later.
After a few moments of staring blankly at the ground, Castiel quickly removed his glasses, letting them drop to the counter as he rushed over to the bathtub, proceeding to throw up.
The blue-eyed man shut the door to his house, stepping out into the cold, winter air. By now he wore a dark shirt, jacket, and pants, as well as black sneakers and a scarf. Honestly, he could have much better clothes if he wanted. He had a nice house on a nice street, plenty of money, but his clothes weren't always the best. Hey, it wasn't like he had to show off to anyone, right? Might as well be comfortable. Castiel stepped off of the porch, into the deep snow. He knew that he was shivering, but he didn't bother to go inside and find another jacket. Instead he continued on, walking along the snow-covered sidewalk to his neighbor's house.
Castiel knocked on the door, his unfocused eyes fixed on the windows. He waited. A few minutes went by, half an hour, an hour, he stood and waited, growing colder and colder each minute though by now he was sweating, for some reason. After an hour he knocked once more, though didn't stand by the door, instead moving to look through the windows. Were they home? They had to be. The car was here, and the lights were on inside. Did they have someone over? Were they busy?
He tilted his head to the side, turning to step off of the porch. They were home. No one new was over, they weren't doing anything important. He could hear voices and noises coming from the inside, though they were the sounds of the TV and the people who lived there. Nothing new. So why didn't they answer?
The raven-haired boy shrugged to himself, letting the question go as he walked back to his own house. It only took a few minutes, and once inside, he walked to the couch, letting himself fall onto it. He reached into his jacket pocket, taking out a cigarette and his lighter. After lighting the cigarette, he closed his eyes, taking a long drag of the dark, spiced smoke.
Castiel awoke hours later, to a dark, cold house. Well, he hadn't made a fire, so he supposed it was to be expected. He hadn't meant to sleep that long, though, hadn't meant to sleep at all-his cigarette was out, though, and the house wasn't ablaze. He took that as a little victory. He stood, extending his arms upwards in a stretch as he walked closer to the fireplace. After setting the fire, he simply watched it for a few moments, then turned to go back outside. This time he walked to the left, to his other neighbor's house. They'd answer the door, he was sure.
"Hello? Oh, hey there, come on inside, I'm boiling some water for hot chocolate."
A woman greeted him at the door, smiling at him fondly. Or, he thought so. Castiel nodded, wiping his snow-covered shoes on the mat before stepping inside. He turned his head, blue gaze scanning over the woman. She had long, red hair, and light brown eyes. Her name was Anna Milton, and Castiel had known her ever since she moved into this house with her husband a few years ago. Whom, even though Castiel was over here a lot, he'd never met. He was always at work, apparently. But according to Anna, he was charming, funny and an overall good person.
Anna lead him into the kitchen, where a large table resided, then to the right was the actual kitchen, where he could hear water boiling. Castiel sat down at the table, noticing that he couldn't hear the normal sounds of children inside the house. At school, maybe? Though he figured that school was cancelled today, due to the snow. Anyway, that was the reason the table was so large-Anna had three kids, though their real father had died long ago, and so she remarried some man named.. what was his name, again?
"What is your husband's name?"
Anna seemed to perk up at that, smiling brightly at Castiel. "His name is Dean Winchester."