A/N: I dont own Supernatural Characters.
Dean's first thought was to get the guy some clothes. His clothes certainly would not fit and neither would Sammy's. He pulled up to the first thrift shop he found and ordered Sam to stay put.
" I'll be out in a second, keep the windows up and the doors locked." Sam frowned.
" It's fine, Dean. The boogey man won't get us." To emphasize, the younger Winchester slammed the door shut and pressed the lock down. Rolling his eyes, Dean stepped into the shop and grabbed the first few pairs of jeans and a pair of sweats that looked like they would fit the angel. He then chose a few large shirts he could wear comfortably over his wings. Shoes were next, and Dean just chose a pair of sandals until he could get proper foot wear.
" That will be twelve dollars." The clerk said, in a slow monotone voice. Dean handed over the money and the clerk gave him the clothes.
Once they were back on the road, Dean rolled down the window to allow some fresh air to fill the stuffy car. Sam was silent, slouched against the passenger door probably asleep. Dean looked back at the road. It was all clear, not another car in sight. He took that as an opportunity to look back at the winged creature in the back seat. It lay there, eyes wide.
" You're awake?" Dean mused, turning his head back to the road. Still clear.
" Are you ready to talk? Even Sam's asleep." Dean wasn't expecting any conversation, shit, the guy had just been through hell, he was probably traumatized.
" I mean, you don't have to. But we are going home. You can sleep in my bed if you like. I'll take the couch." He was babbling adrenaline was still fresh in his blood and it made him fidget. Though neither of the Winchesters had a clean record with the cops, Dean had never done anything this bad the worst of his crimes was stealing a bottle of kids cough syrup when Sammy was little.
" You don't have to do anything you don't want to." Dean turned back around, satisfied with his last comment.
The boy in the front seat had stared at him the entire time that Dean was gone. Castiel was sure his name was Sam but then again he had only been half aware of what was going on around him. After about three minutes of silence he spoke up, tilting his head slightly to the side as he continued his stare down.
"What's your name? Where are you from? Do you have any siblings? Do you like men like my brother? Do you go to school? How old are you? Do you have any friends?" The boy said with almost no breaks between questions, his bright eyes looking at him and his wings. When Dean finally returned, Sam went silent and eventually fell asleep.
This man had been so nice to him and maybe Castiel should speak. Clearing his throat, his blue eyes locked on to the back of Dean's head. "T-Thank you sir." He said in a deep, gravelly voice that scared himself. It apparently scared the man as well because his head snapped around so he could look at Cas.
"You...You spoke." He whispered, forcing his eyes back to the road. Looking back at him through the mirror, Dean licked his lips and blinked a few times. "You're welcome. No one deserves to be treated like that. " Castiel nodded. He was very tired, and it was nice to sleep in a soft warm place. The stereo softly played music he'd never heard before, and while it wasn't soothing, it made him feel...happy.
When Dean finally pulled into a dirt driveway about a hour later, he turned off the car and sat there for a moment. The moon was out, and it shone brightly over the treetops. Dean loved the trees, it would be a shame if he didn't, because he practically lived in them. It was only him and his brother. They lived high in the mountains and so deep in the forest not even campers would ever find the large log and brick house. Lighting bugs lit the darkness sporadically and an owl cooed from somewhere behind him. He inhaled, and the smell of pine was pleasantly overwhelming.
" Hey Sam, come on wake up." Dean shook his brother's shoulder gently and the boy stirred.
" Wha? We home?" Sam's speech was thick with sleep, and he had a little red mark on his forehead where he'd rested it on the window. Dean chuckled.
" Yeah. Go brush your teeth and get in bed. I'll be in in a second." Dean handed him the house key and went around to the back. The angel was asleep. Dean placed his hand on his shoulder and gently shook him.
" Hey buddy wake up, just for a second until we get to the hou-" Dean was cut off by a small yell. The Angel pushed himself to the other side of the doors, his eyes wide with fear, his breath coming in harsh gasps.
" Woah, it's okay. I'm not going to hurt you." Dean felt kinda bad for frightening him.
" Come on, it's okay. Are you hungry? If you come inside I can heat up something." It took a while. The angel stared at him for nearly a full minute before moving toward the open door. Once he was on his feet, Dean lead the angel to the house.
" Here," Dean said once they were in and the door was locked. He handed Castiel the sweatpants and one of the biggest shirts.
" Put this on I'll be in the kitchen." Dean lead him to the bathroom and turned on the light. He shut the door quietly behind him and watched Sam lug himself up the stairs, mumbling a good night to Dean. Sighing softly, Dean leaned against the door frame and closed his eyes. Thankfully, he had gotten the angel in his house and away from the men. Castiel would be safe in his care, no matter what.
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