So I decided to continue this.
Just about Cas's homelife mainly :) If your penname happens to be anything that isn't WickedLittleLies, then read her Fics. Coz she inspired this. And she inspired me.

I didn't get a cab home.
I stayed later than I planned with Cas, passing hours in my office with gentle touches and cautious kisses, his wet, naked body curled up on my lap, a spare blanket that I kept here in case I needed to stay the night wrapped around us, his cheek on my shoulder.
He was twenty-nine, born on February 12th, had a twin brother called Jimmy and a dog called Alex. He lived at home, stating that he loved his family too much to leave, and that he had to look after Jimmy when his Mom couldn't.
When I asked what he meant, his reply had made me pull him closer and wipe a few tears from my eyes.
'Jimmy's anorexic, and he's had a history of bulimia. He needs someone to look after him, make sure he knows he's loved and needed. But our Mom's got cancer, and when she goes, it'll be me and Jimmy on our own. He trusts me unconditionally... He's got ADHD, and mild Tourette syndrome. He needs me. Without me... He'd end up somewhere he didn't want to be. I need to look after him.'
I'd been so moved that he could love his brother so much- he told me that he'd tried to get in the team, so if we win he could use his share of the money to help look after his brother and stabilize their future.
'Don't fall asleep...' I whispered, shaking him a little. 'We can't stay here.'
'Come back to mine.' He grumbled into my chest.
'You come back to mine.' I quipped, smiling. He shook his head.
'I need to make sure Jimmy gets up in the morning.'
'Will he be okay if I'm there? And your Mom?'
Cas nodded, shimmying off my lap. 'Of course. Will Sam be okay if you don't go home?'
'Yeah. If he needs anything, he'll either call me or go next door- our neighbor Ellen and her daughter Jo will do anything for him.'
Cas nodded again, sliding his jeans up those slender, slightly bruised hips, and his shirt over his head. 'I'll drive then.'

Castiel had a mustang. A red one.
Or rather, that's what I thought it was.
The hood was dented, the windows smashed, and a tag had been sprayed on the passenger side door.
'Lucifer.' I growled, glaring at the car, despite that it was only a shadow of Johnny Adams, rather than the man- the monster- himself.
'Why do you put up with him?' Cas sighed, running a finger across the dented hood with tears in his eyes.
'Because he's the best player I've ever had.' I admitted stubbornly. 'But he's leaving next month.'
'How come?'
'Because he's an idiot.' I chuckled, then froze as I thought I heard a growl to my left. My head snapped around, and I saw something move in the corner of my eye. 'We should go.' I murmured, uncertainty settling in my chest. Cas nodded, yanking on his door so it would open.
'I think I'll get a cab tomorrow.' He murmured, starting up the car. I nodded.
'That's what all the players do, 'cept for me and Gabriel- me because if Lucifer touched my car, I'd kill him. Literally. And Gabriel, because he's a cocky little shit but Lucifer doesn't hurt him- mainly because Gabriel's dating my brother, and Sam would stick up for Gabe... And I stick up for Sam.'
Cas's smile at the knowledge that I had a brother I looked after, like he looked after Jimmy, warmed me to my very heart.
'Sam sounds nice- very intelligent, from what you say.'
I nodded. 'He's a lawyer.' I said, pride evident in my voice. 'Probably the only one in our family to have been to collage.'
'I bet it makes you feel good to know how well he's doing for himself.'
It hit me that we sounded more like we were discussing a three-year-old rather than twenty-three. 'He can look out for himself... I guess I mollycoddle him a bit. I just always remember that little innocent ten year old face when the police asked him when he last saw his Daddy, and Sam answered with 'When he told me he hated us and didn't want to see me ever again.'. I'll always hate my Dad for tormenting Sam the way he did- he wound Sammy constantly, but Sam, so instantly forgiving and kind, he forgot it all the second my Dad was ill, or sad, or he'd apologized. I didn't have the same control. When I got to sixteen, old enough to get a real job and look after Sam myself, I told my Dad to leave and never come back. I don't know where he is now, and I want to keep it that way.'
Cas nodded, drifting into a car lot, and I stared at the skyscraper slowly. This hadn't been what I'd expected from a guy with a mustang. 'We're not hard up for cash,' He explained, 'But we were... And I don't wanna break Jimmy's routine by moving.'
'Ah right. ' I answered. Cas parked in a garage at the lot's rear, locking the car and garage door behind us.
'Jimmy... He's usually good with new people. But just stay calm, okay?'
I nodded, following him into the skyscraper, starting a little at the graffiti coating the walls and the stale scent of urine that caused my eyes to water. Following Castiel up the stairs, past people sleeping in halls and one couple yelling in a doorway, past screaming children and frantic parents.
'Oi Novak! Get your Mom to give me my rent before I kick you out!'
'We paid you yesterday, Mr. Franks.' Cas answered tiredly as he unlocked his door.

I shut the door carefully behind us, then turned to face the apartment.
I was instantly overwhelmed.
The room was like a tranquil heaven amidst the worst hell. Gentle, classical music played somewhere, and there was so much white- white carpet, white walls spattered in small silver handprints, white leather sofas...
Cas placed his fingertips to a handprint near us, smiling slightly. 'Jimmy and I spent the whole day doing this, when we were six. It was a fun day. But of course, that was long ago. Before my mom was ill.' The smile faded, and he gestured at a photo hanging over a fireplace. I got a little closer, smiling at the image- two young boys, coated in silver paint, arms around the other's shoulder, grinning broadly, waving silver hands at the camera. The boys were identical, the same piercing, happy blue eyes, shaggy dark hair and gleeful expression.
I chuckled, reaching out to touch the youthful faces. 'Was he diagnosed then?'
'A few months later.' He murmured. 'C'mon.' He took my hand gently in his, leading me through the apartment, down a hall lined with photos, and drawings on the walls- some low down and child-like, some more professional. They were signed once the sketches reached a certain ability, perhaps that of a teenager. Both Castiel and Jimmy had drawn on the walls, all different things, although Jimmy's seemed to be more random and erratic than that Castiel had done- varying from animals to a fork, people to books.
I brushed a finger across a sketch on a bedroom door- clearly Castiel's, by the name written in calligraphy across the top. An angel with outstretched wings, praying with his head bowed.
I realized that religion seemed to play quite a part in Cas's life, from his sketches- and then when I entered his room. There, his art had really taken off. An entire wall was covered in words, what looked like prayers, and the other three had illustrations of angels, crosses, and other holy ministrations.
There was a silver cross hanging over his bed, the silk sheets perfectly made.
'Woah.' I breathed. I felt a little guilty then, like I'd used the pure man- although he'd consented, actually begged me to fuck him.
Cas shut the door behind us, and I felt his fingers began to caress my shoulders.
'You're tense...' He worked his way across my neck, and I groaned, nodding a little.
'Part of being Captain.' I admitted, rolling my head.
'I can fix that...' He breathed against my skin, massaging my back, heading down to the base.
He pushed me onto the bed on my stomach, straddling my thighs as he rubbed my spine gently, and I groaned into the silk. 'Jesus, Cas. You're magic.'
'Thank you.' His hands slipped upper my shirt, working me magically.
When he'd finished, he patted my side, and I rolled over obediently, moaning softly. 'That feels so damn good...'
He kissed me gently, smiling. 'Always calms Jimmy down. Now c'mon. We both need sleep.' He tugged at my jeans, sliding them off my feet before pulling my shirt over my head, then leaping up and stripping off himself. He drew the duvets back, climbing in with me and pulling them close around us.
I tucked him into my chest, smiling, placing my chin on his hair. 'Your home is so beautiful.' I murmured, wrapping my arms around him tightly. We fit together so easily, like -oh God, chick-flick moment- like we were made for each other.
'Thanks. We designed it ourselves.' He chuckled a little, casting an eye over his walls.
I smiled, pulling him a little closer as his arms wrapped around me. 'I kinda got that...' He chuckled dryly, his eyes drifting shut just before my own did.