Ok everyone. I decided to add a new chapter to this. Hope y'all like it.
Disclaimer: I own everything! Just kidding.
Will anyone be able to guess who or what this mysterious girl is? Sorry if there are errors, I'm being lazy right now, I might fix them.
It was a cold night in Idaho. It wasn't snowing but the rain felt like ice.
With no money for a motel room, Cas sat behind the motel building next to a dumpster. He shivered uncontrollably, his hair was wet and plastered to his forehead. His clothes were soaked but he clung to them in hopes that by some miracle they'd become dry.
He hadn't eaten in two days and with all the shivering his stomach was angry with him. It made growling noises and felt like it was ripping apart. He rested his head on his knees and groaned.
The sound of laughter startled him and he sat up. The dumpster was twenty feet from the corner of the motel and he calculated they'd be around any second. Cas scooted closer to the dumpster to hide in its shadow.
If there was one thing he had learned from being human it was that most people disliked the homeless.
"I'll see you around, Jeff!" It was a woman.
She walked around the corner as she called out to "Jeff."
Cas sat still as she approached with a bag of trash. His heart was beating fast with nervousness, it was a very disconcerting feeling. The street light at the other end of the building illuminated her face, the same light cast the shadow that he sat in.
Her blonde hair was pulled back. A scarf was wrapped around her neck and she was wearing a rain jacket. She wore the black pants that the motel workers wore and had on tennis shoes. She lifted the lid to the dumpster. He squinted his eyes, she looked so familiar.
"Have we met before?" Cas spoke.
She screamed and let go of the lid. It slammed down and the whole thing reverberated. Cas put his hands to his ears as the vibration rattled through his body.
"What are you doing out here?!" She put her hands on her hips and let out a long breath.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you," Cas slowly stood up, his muscles were stiff from the cold.
"Oh, no, it's alright. You just startled me a bit," she looked at him and her brow furrowed. "You're going to freeze to death out here!"
"I'm fine," he said and he shivered again.
She stepped closer. "It's you! From the truck stop!"
Cas knew immediately who she was now. And now all he wanted to do was hide.
"Wow, that was like a long time ago... Come on," she grabbed his arm and began pulling him back towards the corner of the motel.
"No, wait. I'm without cash," he told her and pulled back.
"So?" She looked back at him.
"But-"
"Let's go in, before we both freeze to death," she pulled him again.
"What about Jeff?" He asked.
"Jeff's gone for the night, now let's go," He relented and let her tow him to the front of the motel.
She took him inside to the lobby. It was small. There were chairs to sit in and a vending machine. But she pulled him around the front desk and through the door behind it. It was a break room with a small sofa, table with chairs, a refrigerator, counter and cabinets with a microwave and coffee maker.
And on the table was a pizza box.
"You stay here, I'm going to find you a towel, there's pizza if you're hungry," she pointed to the box and popped out.
Cas opened the box, it was cheese pizza, but who cared? Certainly not him as hungry as he was. He devoured one slice and then another, half way through his third she came back in.
"I found this robe from when this place use to provide them to guests. Take those off and I'll put them in the dryer," she handed him the gray robe then went back out
Once undressed and wrapped in the soft snuggly robe, Cas opened the door, she smiled.
"Better?" She asked.
"Yes, thank you," He said. "I'm afraid I cannot repay you."
"Nonsense, no payment needed," she smiled and took his sodden clothes. "I'll toss these in the dryer, be back in a jiff."
Cas sat down at the table and finished his third slice of pizza. Out side the rain poured.
"Man, you were lucky I found you," She said when she came back.
She started making some coffee.
"It would seem so," He looked up at her. "Though I've never actually believed in luck. Until now."
"Yeah, I never believed in it either. Good or bad. Life is what you make of it. Sometimes bad things happen and you have to sit back and think about why it happened to you in the first place. You can't change what happened but you can always try to fix it or keep it from happening again. Or you can give up," She turned around and leaned on the counter.
Cas looked down at the table, he felt like she was speaking to him about his current situation and how he managed to put himself there. It was his fault the angels fell, after all. He looked up at her again as she continued.
"Personally though, I'd never give up. Sometime you just need a little help to get you on your way. A little help can go a long way, and if you keep trying then eventually you'll head down the right path," she smiled warmly at him.
"What do you do when you don't know what to do?" He asked her.
"Well, if you're religious then you pray. People usually find solace in that and the answers eventually come. But if you're like me then you work," She turned and took two coffee cups from the cabinet.
"I've had people tell me to 'get a job you bum,' but how do you procure a job?" He asked.
She grinned and handed him a cup full of the black liquid humans seemed to not be able to live without. "Well, you have to find a place that's hiring or someone that needs help."
"Do you need help?" He took the cup and set it down.
"No," she chuckled. "This place isn't hiring, yet. But there's a gas station in Rexburg that is. I can't take you though."
"I can walk," he sipped the black coffee.
"That's the spirit," she smiled. "I'm positive you're the man for the job."
For the first time in a long time Cas smiled. He looked into her eyes and saw the same blue but green eyes that he'd first seen at the truck stop. The way they glimmered made him feel like he'd finally found hope in his situation.
He felt alive again, like before he lost his grace, like before he started to fall.
For a moment he thought he saw something, something extra within those eyes, something extra within her. But it vanished just as quickly as it appeared.
"Well, you stay in here. I've got to back out to the front desk," She told him and stood up. "Sleep on the sofa, there's a blanket folded up over there."
"Thank you, is there any way I can repay you?" He asked her.
She smiled and spoke softly. "Start taking care of your self. That's all I need."
She left him. He ate one more slice of pizza and finished off his coffee. The warm liquid chased away the last of his chill. He lied down on the sofa and wrapped the blanket around himself. Tucked warmly under the blanket he was amazed at how quickly he was falling asleep.
The next morning his clothes were folded neatly on the table next to a brown paper bag and a note. First he picked up the note and read it.
Dear Castiel,
Odd, he never told her his name...
Here's your clothes and some breakfast. Don't forget to go get that job in Rexburg and start living.
Things will get better. Just keep your head up.
P. S. Don't forget about me.
No name was signed. He opened the bag and his stomach growled at the sight of the contents. He looked down at his stomach with a scowl.
He dressed, his clothing was still warm. Then he ate.
When he stepped outside he found it was sunny. He began his walk towards town, toward the gas station she said he could get a job at. He smiled for the second time because she was right, a little help could go a long way but you still had to try, and he vowed to try his hardest and start living his life.