Chapter 2

I've met a lot of people in my day but I never quite met someone like him. I shifted her into reverse and slowly got her forward. I watched the man adjust his trench-coat and sit in his mercury for a while, waiting to see his headlights before he peeled out himself. But they never did. His car shrank in my rearview mirror and still no beams followed. Quickly, I brought my impala around back to the parking lot and pulled in next to him this time. He just sat solemnly in his car almost surprised to see me.

He rolled his window down. "My car won't start." He said, his gravel-like voice echoing over the roar of my own car.

"Figured…" I muttered. I cut the engine and surveyed the hunk of metal that he called a car. I couldn't help but sigh in pity. There was no chance that it would start in this cold, not an old one like that. I decided to become a Good Samaritan. I laughed inside my head thinking how proud Sam would be of me that bitch. "Need a ride?"

His head cocked sideways and something caught in my chest, something I wasn't expecting. Good Samaritan. I kept telling myself that was the reason. I just watched him. It seemed like he was contemplating it but he did turn his face back to me with a nod. He slipped out of his death trap and into the impala with hesitancy. I couldn't put my finger on him but as he sat in the passenger's side, I searched for those striking pools of blue. This man had the bluest eyes I had ever seen. They were so genuine and curious. "Thank you." He said and put a grocery bag into the back seat. I held my breath. His head lingered back over the console for a while before turning back in his seat. He seemed to shrink into himself like I was no longer there. Damnit.

"Not a problem. I like driving her around anyway," I choked out, "Now, which way Cas?" His face shot towards me with his head cocked again.

I wanted to say something but he just kept looking at me strangely. I didn't even notice that he was leaning so close to me. "No one has ever called me that before." He said deeply and I could feel his breath pass over my cheeks.

"Uh sorry, s'just, Cas-tee-el is kind of a mouth full…" I wavered for a moment. He was close enough that I could see the scruff lining his jaw. Did he understand personal space? "…Cas?"

His eyebrows furrowed. "Yes?...It's that way." He replied simply, pointing, and sat straight in his seat.

I didn't even realize I was holding my breath again until he moved away. "Good Samaritan Dean," I chanted under my breath. Maybe this was a mistake though. Then again, why was I even here? This man had an effect on me and I couldn't argue with eyes like that.

I pulled out of the lot the way he pointed. The heat kicked in and warmed the inside, making it a little more comfortable. I finally got settled in my own seat, but I still couldn't shake his presence in the car. "So…Cas, you from around here? I've been here a lot and…well, I can't recall ever seeing you before."

I waited for an answer and I received a sigh. He was tense, I could tell, but why? Was it me? I wasn't trying to…

"I apologize, but my social skills are a bit rusty. I do not talk to many people… I'm not from here originally, no." The sound of his horse voice mixed with the complete oddity of his vocabulary sparked an intense interest. With every response, I felt drawn to him. The radio played low as white noise with the heater. "I am from Illinois originally. But I uh, I needed to 'get away' as you would say." He said in a sad attempt at mimicking me with his deeper voice. I could hear his lips curl into a smile which in turn, made me smile. I could enjoy this man's company.

I tapped the front of the steering wheel to the quieted beat, a habit of mine. He glanced down at my hands and I could feel the questions coming. I stopped and dropped my left hand from the wheel. Thankfully, he just turned attention forward again.

The ride seemed longer than I anticipated as he pointed me the directions to his home. I wanted to say more to him but he just didn't seem interested. Or at least, he seemed disappointed.

A few minutes later, we pulled up next to his home, a small quaint one. The neighborhood was sparse but it fit him perfect I guess. I felt a stupid feeling in my chest which I tried to ignore as I shifted the car into park. "Well Cas, it was sure nice meeting you." I extended my hand to him. I expected him to shake it at least. But he just looked at it and then back at me. His blues eyes were prying and beautiful.

"You're sleeping in your car Dean." He stated. I bit the inside of my cheek and dropped my hand. I didn't want to say yes. I didn't want to intrude or anything because I knew what was coming. This was all a big fucking mistake… "Would you like to…It would be no problem. I have a davenport that you may sleep on." His eyes were wide, nearly begging with a type of sadness, a longing in them. I didn't want to say no. But I should. I had too.

But I didn't.

"Are you sure? I don't want to-"

"It is alright Dean. Like I said, it's no bother." He said reassuringly.

I just looked him over. I swallowed my pride and shrugged with a nod. He reached around and grabbed the bag from the back and I turned the car off, silencing the air around us for the first time since we left the bar. I followed Cas to his front door, the cold air bit my cheeks and the ends of my ears. I wanted to get inside rather quickly now as I huddled in my leather coat.

The door opened and we bunched into his kitchen. The warmth of his home gently soothed my cold skin making them rosier. He coaxed me into the living area where I saw the sofa I was going to sleep on. He disappeared momentarily and came back with superfluous armful of blankets and pillows. He nearly toppled over as he dumped them on the couch. I couldn't help but smirk at the hopeless host. "Are you sure I need your whole bedroom Cas?" I chuckled.

He just looked at me with a grave seriousness in his face. It made me stop and I caught a glimpse to a bedroom. The bedside lamp had revealed a stripped bed.

My hands flew up to my face. They secretly hid a smile but it was wiped away as they fell down my cheeks. Was this guy for real? "Cas, that really isn't necessary. Thanks but you can keep a few sheets for yourself okay? I can go back into my car and get my things…"

He surveyed my sleeping area and just shook his head still with intense seriousness. "No, I do not require that much warmth. Dean, as my guest, you should sleep in comfortable conditions."

"Cas, really…" I shoved a blanket at him and he just stood there with that contemplating look on his face. I really wanted to understand what he was thinking. The man took refuge in his mind, I assumed because of his solitude of life. I almost felt an obligation to him now. I wanted to see him happy. Like the way he was when I sang.

"I apologize. I do not often have guests. Actually, I've never had guests…" He said and clutched the blanket to his chest as he trekked to his room. My heart clenched. Cas was lonely.

I let my body fall on the cushions to test the sofa. It wasn't bad but it sure was better than the cold back seat of my baby. I tilted my head back, finally relaxing until Cas came back out. I could feel his stare but I didn't care. I rather enjoyed it.

"Dean." I opened my eyes to see him. "Can I offer you something to eat or drink? I can make you a sandwich if you would like."

I didn't feel like protesting too much anymore. It pleased him to see me pleased and I wouldn't keep him from that. Especially since my stomach was reeling now that he had mentioned it. I hadn't eaten anything at the bar so I nodded. A thought came to mind making me perk up. "Hey, do you have any pie?"

I watched him shuffle into the kitchen and dig through his ice box. He pulled out a small tin and showed it off to me. It contained a delicious looking piece of cherry pie and it put a smile on my face as the desert always did.

I looked around his living space now that I was settled. The dim yellow lights made the room seem cozier. There was a shelf that contained a lot books and a rustic looking radio that pieced the room together. I got back on my feet to explore the contraption. I clicked it on and a soft blues song subtly occupied the room. The music fill me up and I hummed along.

I fall to pieces,

Each time someone speaks your name.

I fall to pieces.

Time only adds to the flame

I wanted to get lost in it but I felt a pressure in my back. I looked around to see the man pushing a plate to me. "You a fan Cas?"

"Yes. I rather enjoy her music. When you sang her song at the roadhouse, I…it was very good Dean. I enjoyed it." The way he said my name, with honest happiness, made me feel a little lighter and I couldn't help my smile from escaping. I turned back to the sofa to sit and Cas joined me. "When did you start singing Dean?" He asked me while I had stuffed the sandwich into my mouth.

"I've been singing for as long as I can remember. I taught myself. I use to sing my little brother to sleep at night when my dad was at the bar. My mother died when Sam was a baby so I guess I was the only one to be his parent." The reminiscing of the thought wasn't as bad as it used to be. I took another bite. "Oh my god Cas, this sandwich is delicious!" I said with my mouthful. He smiled and took a bite of his own.

"Yes, I suppose they are." He replied and glanced back at me. I stuffed the last piece into my mouth ignoring any sort of manners. I guessed that it didn't matter as he started to stuff it down in step.

He passed me the tin of pie with a fork and he stood, letting the tan trench coat fall from his shoulders. It uncovered the rest of his attire which included a blue tie and a white dress shirt. I leaned back into the cushion as he walked to put the coat on a hook. He pulled at the tie around his neck to loosen it. Interestingly enough, it felt like I was watching a show as I stuffed the rest of myself with the crust. He kicked off his shoes at the door and turned to me.

"May I take your shoes?" He asked while advancing on me. I kicked them off for him and he set them aside. He also took the tin from me. No matter how awkward this man was, I appreciated him more than he knew.

The music started to die around us until there was a low noise of static left. Cas quickly turned off the device and it was suddenly silent again.

He came to sit next to me on the sofa. The food started to make me feel a little tired but as I saw him, the way the dim light touched his face gave him a softer appearance. We caught eyes again and the way he looked at me, it was like he was searching for something. Those blue sapphires were impossibly welcoming. But I couldn't keep my eyes from fluttering shut.

His voice rolled under and I barely heard him, but I snapped out of it. He was looking at my hand. My ring.

Note: So, I just want everyone to know that the story will alternate narrators every chapter between Cas and Dean. Sorry if this caused any confusion :/

Songs:

I Fall to Pieces by Patsy Cline