This fic is meant to be cute so don't worry about complicated stuff like death, betrayal, etc. Maybe things would get complicated in the future but is not that bad as my other stories lol.


Four days later

I'm working in the garage. Right now I'm fixing an engine but all I can think is about him. Now I've asked for extra work because I need extra money for the extra mouth I have to feed. I'm angry for that.

This week I explained everything to him. First at all, that no matter what happens, never, ever opens the door. I have my key so I don't need to knock at my own door. Never, ever answer if someone is knocking the door. Better if people thinks that nobody is there. Don't answer the phone, just let the answer machine to do the work and if he hears my voice then, yes, answer the fucking phone. I taught him how the answer machine works, the kitchen and the microwave.

He's smart I have to admit, learned so fast. I even warned him about the electric outlets. Man, I need a breather, I was even thinking to buy those shits that people that have toddlers uses to cover the electric outlets. I wash my hands because it's time to call the handsome fucker. I just hope he's still alive and inside my place.

The answer machine sounds, "It's me Roman! just answer." I hiss.

"Hello Dean." Why the fuck does he have that deep voice? I feel weak everytime he speaks like that. What the fuck is wrong with me?

"Just my daily call to know if everything's fine?"

"Everything's fine... Dean, I'm so bored. Come here soon."

"I have to work. You didn't show up with a pot full of gold. Fuck! Those are the elves, you're an angel. For someone that had never eaten before, you eat a lot, I need to make money."

"But Dean, this place is so boring."

I tried to teach him some stuff and man, this creature does not only looks like some kind of super hero, he actually has the strength of one. I told him to help me move a drawer to find some stuff behind and he lifted the thing as if was made of cotton and the when he put it back on the floor he destroyed it.

That was an amazing view, I admit. This powerful creature showing all he has… what-the-fuck. I shake my head. He destroyed my fucking drawer and I'm pissed at him for that.

"That's because you destroy everything. Don't touch anything without my supervision."

"I told you I'm sorry about destroying your drawer."

What a sad deep voice. Everything he does looks badass, even being sad.

"I need to take care of you, feed you, and now need to make more money for that. So I have to work hard and you need to stay at home. Right now you're just a burden."

"I'm sorry, Dean." He hungs up.

What did I do?.

Never in my life I've felt so uneasy. That creature is putting my world upside down. I feel like shit for scolding him and tell him he is a burden. It's not his fault being this strong handsome godlike creature. Why I always use those adjectives before his name? He's just a man, like me, just with those wings, but still a man.

Anyway, poor Roman. He didn't choose to leave his home, and he's also lost and alone. Near to the building there's a minimarket. I bought some ingredients to make a cake. He can spend time doing something like this in the microwave. I am not teaching him anything about the kitchen, maybe he will burn the entire building if I do. I hope this works because I don't know what to do to make better his confinement.

I run upstairs and open the door. I'm stunned. My house is clean and shiny. Everything is in their right place. Nothing destroyed. I close the door and leave my things. Go to the kitchen and there's food. Quickly go to my bedroom and there he is. He's wearing one of my old tshirts that I fixed for him because of his wings, now he doesn't need to stay shirtless. And talking about his gorgeous wings: they are fully stretched, the pearly white feathers almost shine. He can't see me, he's very focused looking out the window, his arms resting on the edge of it, facing the sky. He looks so stunning. I can't believe I have an angel trapped inside this dumpster.

"Roman, you cleaned the entire house. And it was as dirty as a pigsty, I hadn't been cleaned it in months. It must take you all day."

He notices my presence and looks at me, "Yup, I had to do it. I don't wanna be a burden. I don't know what to do, I don't want you to hate me, and can't remember what I did back in my home. Maybe they sent me here as a punishment because I was also a burden there."

This strong handsome man was sad as a little kid. And that should be weird and would look bad on a big guy like him, but no. Even being sad and lost looks masculine and badass on him… maybe I'm biased. Why does he have to look so gorgeous? Well, he's an angel. He obviously has to be godlike.

"Sorry about the things I told you in the morning. You're not a burden, I explained you that sometimes I can be hurtful, but it's nothing about you, I'm just like that. I bought something for you."

He looks at me curiously but still sad. "You shouldn't have spent more money on me."

This is not me. I'm not like this. I don't care about others. But he's so fucking gorgeous, I just want to make him feel good and that he thinks I'm cool to hang out with an awesome creature like him. Never in my life I tried to impress someone else. Yet here I am.

"I'm sorry Roman. I know this is not your fault."

"I know that, Dean. I can't be angry at you. You're helping me. I'm just sad about my situation. I don't wanna be caged here the rest of my life."

Now I just want to hug him and tell him everything will be fine, that I'll take care of him. Instead of that I just pet his raven locks and give him the paper bag.

He's so curious and examines the contents of the bag. He takes the ingredients and I explain everything about the recipe.

Now we are in my living room.

"I was watching tv. The tiny man inside was teaching to cook spaghetti. So I looked for it and cooked."

That was a slap in my face. I didn't want to teach anything about the kitchen and he did by himself and did it amazingly. He's strong and smart and I'm an asshole.

"Tv just reproduces images. That man wasn't inside, just his image. He's so far on a tv station." This is a powerful creature yet he's so naive.

"I don't understand." Roman seems unfazed by the fact he doesn't understand the most of the things around him.

His naiveté is the cutest thing I've ever seen… What-the-fuck?

We're eating the dinner he cooked and man, it's delicious. Is there something Roman does not do perfectly?

Perfect body, perfect tattoo, perfect face and smile. Perfect perfection… the definition of an angel.

I shook my head again. Lately I can control my emotions around him.

In fact, can't take my eyes off of him, he's so funny. He can't even eat properly. He takes the spaghetti with his bare hands because he's yet not able to use the fork. His face is full of the stew, but he looks adorable. Can't help but clean his face with my napkin. He softly laughs.

After that we are watching tv in my bedroom. Since he arrived this place. He's staying in the couch in the living room. Now after me being a asshole to him. I invited him to be here and watch some tv together in my bed. I explained again about how television works. I think he finally understood. The news shows people that were murdered by a sick idiot. Roman is frozen.

Another thing I had to explain was about diseases and death. Seems like this creature used to live in a place where there's nothing bad. No death, not pain. This fucked up world is something inexplicable for him.

"Why this man killed these people?"

"I don't know... There are some things I can't explain, Roman. That's why I'm warning you all the time. I don't know if you can be hurt or be killed. I know you're strong but maybe that could get the wrong kind of attention over you. There a powerful people in this world and someone could try to hurt you."

"You are right. I don't wanna stay here. I live locked in this tiny house because if I go out someone can kill me like that man killed those innocent people."

Roman face saddens and his wings retract a little. As the birds, he can stretch or retract them at will.

"Hey, this world isn't that bad." I try to sound optimistic, "There's a lot of good people and a lot of great places."

"That I never going to see because I have to stay here locked. And what if I never find the way to go back home? I'll have to spend my life locked here til you get tired of me. I can't go out because of the wings."

Now he looks pissed off. Okay, he's badass at this too. He's not ugly pissed off he's kind of sexy, badass pissed off. It doesn't change the fact that everything around him is fucked up. He's suffering in this world. He's in this weird place, alone, lost, unable to go out and the icing on the cake, I was behaving like a moron.

"Maybe I should go outside and whatever that happens… happens…"

He's giving up. I can't let that happen.

I just couldn't help it. First I'm petting his soft hair trying to give some comfort and now I'm hugging him tightly, petting his raven mane. It's kinda weird because of the wings but seems to work. He looks less pissed, less sad.

What can I do? I need to find a way to take him back to where he belongs. But I have no idea what to do. And the other problem is those wings. If not for that, I could take him outside, maybe that would help, but they're impossible to be hidden. Then it happens… He hugs me back and lean his head in my shoulder. Moments before he's asleep.

I have a big bed, because I use to bring my bitches here. It's really unnecessary to make him sleep in the tiny couch. There's a lot of space here. Plus, it will be good for his wings. I'm so tired too, I had to work extra hours to bring more money to the house. I lay just beside the angel and draw him close to me, softly toying with the soft feathers of one of his wings.

Then I fell sleep.


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