He didn't see Dean again for a while, really his life just continued on as normal. Staying with people at night, walking around during the day. He didn't spiral down into depression, his drug addiction didn't get any worse, he figured it had been a pretty good week. No particularly bad trips or anything, either, which he was extremely grateful for, as well as not as many headaches. Honestly, he should see a doctor about them, but would he? No.
He was sitting in a little diner when he saw Dean again. Castiel was sitting at a little table, looking over the menu though he knew that he didn't have much money to spend on food. Most of it was spent on more drugs, which, he was okay with that, but it'd be nice to get a good meal every now and then. He got the money from basically selling himself, but he was alright with that too. He was okay with his life now, he got through every day and he didn't get any worse, he just.. floated through life, really. And it was alright.
Castiel's eyes flicked over the menu, deep blue gaze scanning over the different foods. He skipped over most of them, though, remaining on the ones like the salads, the sides, things like that. He didn't.. well, he was a vegetarian. Maybe it was strange for him to be, but he liked it. It wasn't because he particularly loved animals or hated plants or shit like that, it just made him feel better in general, gave him more energy. And if he had enough money to, he would have bought the garden salad, because damn.
He looked up upon hearing a loud shout, watching as Dean was pushed by what looked to be a security guard of some sort out of the building. This, of course, captured his interest, so after raising an eyebrow and staring after them in confusion, he stood, walking outside to follow the man. He'd pretty much forgotten about him, but one look at him told him that yeah, it was the man who had given him those cigarettes in the park. He still looked like he hadn't slept or had a shower in days, and honestly he looked worse. Dean stumbled down onto the ground, catching himself with his arms and groaning when a sharp rock cut his arm.
Castiel walked over, bending down to help the other man up. Dean brushed himself off once he was up, starting to speak before he tried to see who had helped him.
"Listen, man, I don't want any trouble, I just-Oh, Castiel! Hello stranger." His solemn expression had changed to one of surprise and even a bit of excitement when he'd looked up and found that it was Castiel, which he took to be a good thing.
"Yes, hello, Dean, are you alright?"
"What? Oh, yeah, I'm good. Just a scratch." He pointed to the cut on his arm with a little smile, which of course Castiel raised an eyebrow at the other man for.
"That's not what I mean." He looked over to the diner, looking back to Dean to notice his expression fall slightly. "Oh, uh, that."
Dean gave a little shrug, moving slightly away as he'd still been quite close to Castiel.
"Well, I'm not very popular with them, we'll say. What are you doing here?"
Castiel was not pleased with how the conversation was turned to himself so suddenly, but whatever.
"I was just.. walking around. I wanted to see what it was like in there." Dean gave a nod, beginning to walk out to the sidewalk and motioning for Castiel to follow.
"It's a pretty nice place, I suppose. Not nearly as bad as some of the crap places around here."
"It doesn't smell like ass, either, so that's a plus."
The green eyed man's chuckle filled the air again, and Castiel was pleased to know that he'd made him chuckle again. It was a pleasant sound, really, and he wouldn't mind hearing it more often.
"So what's your deal, Cas?"
It took him a moment to realize that Dean was indeed talking about him again, because well, only Gabriel had ever given him nicknames. And most of the time they hadn't been very nice at all. Cas, though, he liked that-it was short, simple, more like a normal name than Castiel.
"Well. I guess.. uh, I just kind of.. walk around. And you?"
"Me? I do all sorts of things. Walk around, run around, oh-sometimes I even sit down. There's occasional laying down, too. Very rare jogging around." Okay, so even Castiel couldn't help but laugh slightly at that. He liked this guy, okay? And maybe it wasn't even that funny of a thing to say, but honestly? He liked pretty much any kind of humor there was, even if it was cheesy and overused as hell. Dean seemed pleased with his laughter, turning his head to grin at him.
"Do you have a place to stay, Cas?" That question surprised him a bit, causing him to look over at the other man suspiciously.
"..No, and I'm assuming that you don't either, judging by the state of your hair."
"What's wrong with my hair?"
Castiel looked over at him with an almost blank expression, but there was an overall sassiness to the expression.
"What isn't wrong with your hair? It's greasy as the pizza from that shitty place down the road."
"Bobby's?"
"Yeah, that. I went there when I was like fourteen and tried to eat a piece of pizza but was greeted with a face full of grease." Dean was obviously amused by this, giggling over there to himself as they walked. Castiel narrowed his eyes at the other man.
"What is it?"
"Oh, nothing. Just that Bobby's is pretty much my favorite place." Oh. Well. Castiel felt like a total asshole now. A pink tinge colored his cheeks, and he opened his mouth to reply, but was stopped by Dean's voice instead.
"Not really, you assjack. Bobby's just my uncle, the pizza there is total shit 'cause he burned off all of his tastebuds."
