I wrapped myself up before leaving the cafe. Fall nights were like winter mornings. You nearly freeze to death but you love it.
My apartment wasn't very far so I walked every day. I walked passed I don't even know how many closed shops. It wasn't very late, but I was on the side of town where they closed early if they didn't get many customers, which is the only reason I leave before six pm every night. Plus, walking home helped me save my money, not having to waste it all on gas every day for something not that far away.
The wind hit my eyes and made my trench-coat and scarf fling behind me. My eyes stung and began to water, but it calmed down when I was almost half way. I walked at a normal pace, listening to cars fly past, leaving bursts of wind and leaves in my direction.
Getting home was the hardest part. Once I got home I was free to do whatever I wanted. I could sleep or I could jack off to gay porn. I wasn't sure yet but whatever it was, I know I'd like it.
I got to the apartment doors, pulling my keys out. Just before I stuffed them into the lock, I stopped and noticed something out of the corner of my eye.
My hands slowly fell as I turned my head to see what was so out of place. I skimmed the entire wall, the household names were also there.
But there was something different about them and I couldn't put my finger on it.
Then I realized. There was a new name tag.
Winchester.
Right next fucking door.
It couldn't be the same person as the man at the cafe, I would've noticed if someone moved it, right? I mean they might be just renting it but still. Winchester couldn't be THAT uncommon of a name, right? I mean, that is a weapon company, wasn't it?
I stared at the name tag, did he know who I was when he came down there? My last name wasn't on my uniform and my household name was just my last name.
I finally realized I was standing outside in the freezing cold when I could be inside right now almost completely naked.
As I put the key in and went inside, the only thing that was going through my head was how this couldn't be real, this shit only happened in crappy romance movies.
I pushed my keys into my apartment door, but I didn't turn it. Instead I pushed my body against it and listened to whatever I could hear coming from the door that belonged to a 'Winchester'. Obviously I couldn't hear much, just small talk and babbling.
The door knob began to turn and I spazzed. I tried to turn the key but my hands got stupidly slippery. The door opened and I froze.
An extremely tall man with shoulder length brown hair walked out. He had a 5 o' clock shadow and looked exhausted from where I could see him.
As he walked past me, we exchanged smiles and small nods. Then I watched him walk out to a '67 Chevy Impala, get in, and drive away. But he didn't lock his front door. Either he didn't have very expensive things, or he wasn't alone.
Of course the second option got the best of me and I began to over think it. But I wasn't going to stay to find out.
I almost slammed my door shut, terrified I'd end up seeing the other Winchester hiding in there, maybe he was getting his face caressed because that face was made my angels or something.
No Castiel, Shut up.
I walked over to my couch and dropped down onto my ass. The whole day spinning before me. It wasn't that much though so why was my head making such a big deal about it?
I sunk into the seat and sighed deeply.
What the fuck am I going to do if the man from earlier lives next to me.