"We need to fix this place up," Castiel called, standing in the doorway and looking outside at Dean, who was sitting on the lawnmower smoking a cigarette.
"What do you mean?"
"Like, we should get a shower or something."
Dean smiled at that, but shook his head slightly anyway.
"You know we can't have an actual shower, Cas. It's a shed, and we don't even have any money to pay for the electricity or the water."
The blue eyed man frowned slightly.
"Well, we could make some sort of outside shower or something, right? Maybe not with real running water, but.." He gave a little shrug, stepping out of the shed completely and closing the door behind him. He turned his gaze to Dean again then, aware that he probably looked like a sad little puppy.
"Aw, come on, don't look at me like that. You're just like my brother. Anyway, if you really wanted to, we could like put a bucket of water on the roof, and somehow have it connected to a rope, so we could have it pour water, but.. well it wouldn't really be a shower. We could still get some shampoo and wash our hair or something though."
Ah, that was a better answer. See, he was thinking about it now. Castiel nodded slightly, the corners of his mouth curving up slightly in a smile.
"Cool. We should do that. I told you you needed a shower months ago, Dean, it's not like the dead fish smell goes away." He went right back into the house upon saying this, because he knew that Dean would just glare after him teasingly as he took a drag of his cigarette.
Inside, Castiel went about finding something to eat. They didn't have a whole lot of food, really, since they didn't have much money to buy anything and then they didn't have a refrigerator or anything to keep it good. It was okay with him, though, he usually just ate fruits that he could steal easily enough as he didn't eat meat or anything that needed to be cold anyway. Strangely, a lot of people had oranges and bananas and the like in their purses, and they kept their purses open. He just walked by them and grabbed it, because why not? Currently he had two oranges as well as an apple, and since a few knives had been among the tools they'd found here, he was cutting them up. They'd managed to get some paper plates for dirty cheap from some random guy selling them on the streets, so that was what they usually ate on, if they ate at all. He put some of the orange slices on a plate, walking out to give it to Dean as he figured he was at least a little hungry.
"Ooh, thanks, Cas." Dean commented upon being handed the plate, tossing away his cigarette to put an orange slice into his mouth. Castiel simply stood there, watching him eat the orange for a moment before going back inside. He would have given him apple slices too, but he'd learned that the other man hated apples. He loved apple pie, apparently, but actual apples? God no. Castiel himself didn't love them, but they were okay enough.
The rest of the day went by easily, with the two of them just hanging around and eating fruit slices. At around 10 pm, though, Dean stood up from where they'd been sitting on the shed floor.
"What's up?" Castiel inquired, lifting his gaze to look at Dean. He was high as fuck right now, and Dean was as well, and even so, he knew that Dean probably shouldn't be standing up right now. He stood up as well, though, ignoring the dizziness it caused and his mind that told him not to. He reached over, trying to grab Dean's arms to help him sit back down, but he was gently nudged away.
"Nah, nah, it's okay Casss, I'm okaay." He slurred, the drugs in his system making him unable to speak properly. "What're you doing then?"
"Ah don' worry about it. I'll be back tomorrow, okay? I just gotta go do some stuff."
When Dean started walking over to the door, Castiel followed, stumbling as he did so. "Nno, Dean, you should stay here-"
"Nah, come on Cassafrass I just need to go see Sammysam okay? I forgot I told him I'd go talk to him tonight. I promise, man."
The blue eyed man narrowed his gaze at him, waiting a few moments before nodding very slowly. "Ye-yeah, you go talk to Sammy then be here tomorrow. I'll see you... Dane? Dean."
With that Dean gave a smile, and after that he walked out of the shed, closing the door behind him.