Castiel warned me that his Smokey wandered around the complex while he was at work. Sure enough he came to visit plenty of times. A couple of days after our first encounter, Sam called.

"Hey, Sammy. How are you and Jess?"

"We're doing good. She is stressing over finals and picking a date for the wedding, but we're happy. How is the new apartment?" Jessica seemed like a good girl for Sammy. After more than two years of dating, I'm happy that he can settle down. Now he can live the stable life I tried to give him growing up.

"It's pretty good on the home front. Better than the last shithole." I hear a chuckle on the other side.

"That's good to hear." He pauses before taking a serious tone.

"Hey, Dad's anniversary is coming up. Were you planning on coming up to visit." Shit. I didn't even think about that.

"Yeah, I can come up there." Dad died last year, a stroke. It was quick. After the move, I didn't even think about the anniversary being this soon.

"Okay, Jess and I are looking forward to the visit."

"See you soon, Sam." I hung up the phone. I stare at the blank screen. How could I have forgotten? I don't know how long I stood there, but eventually I decided I needed to go out. I grab my favorite leather jacket and shut the door behind me. As I lock the door behind me, I see a familiar face in the hallway.

"Hey, Cas. Where are you off to?" I might as well be polite to the one neighbor I know.

"Hello, Dean. I just wanted some fresh air." I guess he isn't one for conversation.

"I was just going out. If you wanted to come with and show me around town." Castiel stares at me with a confused look and pierces me with eyes once again. There is a few moments of silence.

"If you don't want to that's fine-"

"Yes, that would be fine." I stop. I didn't think he was the type to say yes to that. Honestly, I thought he was a shut-in. I don't know what I was expecting, but I still am not convinced he has walled himself in his room.

"Okay then. Let's get to it." His wide-eyed look must be glued on his face because that is the only expression he gives me. The disheveled look is mild in comparison to when we first met. His old work clothes were switched to a dark grey pull-over and sweats. Castiel hesitates, then starts walking with me to the door.

We get in my prized Impala. He sits awkwardly in the passenger side. Cas looks around and takes in my old CD case and cassette tapes that are on the floor.

"So what type of place do you have in mind?" He asks patiently as I start the car. Truthfully, I didn't think you would say yes, so I'm coming up with this as I go. We could go to a bar, but he doesn't look like the drinking type.

"I haven't eaten yet, so if there is a bar that has good food 'round here, that would be great." He thinks it over.

"I know a place, but I haven't tried it. Take a right at the stop sign and I can take you from there." I pull out and get myself ready for the crazy night ahead of me.


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