Author's Note:
Continued from the chapter called 'Ho'
As well thank you for the reviews and I'm out of requests again so make some if ya got 'em. Love you guys, hope your holidays are jolly
Ho Ho
Several hours later Dean stumbled out of the club, he hadn't spent money on drinks but he felt dizzy. That kiss, Angel's mouth on his, it was enough to make him feel drunk. Dean smiled and fumbled in his pocket for his keys when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He wasn't sure what he was expecting and he didn't anticipate any super drunk people just yet (though he'd been very wrong on that idea before). However he was pleasantly surprised when he saw those pretty blue eyes again, Angel stood at his side with the slightest hint of a smile on his face and lust in his eyes.
"Well hello there." Dean smiled and turned a little more to face his now dressed Angel. It was a decent jacket considering the job, Dean doubted that a lot of people dished out as much cash on one dancer as he had. "What can I do for you, beautiful?"
"Castiel," he said with such a pretty smile, one that suited the rest of his face just fine.
"Dean, nice to meet you Cas." Dean wanted to laugh because wasn't that the name of an angel anyway? "So I wasn't that far off, huh?"
"With?" Cas asked casually as he ruffled his jacket up closer to his ears, the cold nipped at him a little harder than it did Dean.
"Your name, I was calling you Angel, so I was close."
"Oh, yes I suppose so." Castiel looked ahead at the parking lot and Dean was starting to wonder why he'd come out in the first place. "I don't normally do this," Cas said after a few moments of contemplation, "But I feel wrong taking so much money from you, you should take some of it back."
Dean stared at the dancer for a moment, his jaw dropped slightly open in shock, "You're kidding me? I've never seen a performer like you try to give money back."
"Well I've never seen someone give out so much cash at once, I think you've made a mistake, perhaps it's your rent money or-"
"No, I took all of that out for the dancers at the club, I just so happened to give you the whole pot." Dean shrugged up his jacket as well, cold weather didn't seem to agree with either of them. "You're the only one there I thought deserved it so why not give you everything? Keep it, Cas, it's yours."
Castiel stared at him in awe again for several seconds but this time instead of a kiss Dean watched tears well up in those baby blues. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, I didn't mean it in a bad way, why are you crying?" He tried to sound soothing and it seemed to work because Cas moved closer to him. His angel wrapped slightly timid arms around him and buried a slightly cold face against the exposed skin on his neck.
"Thank you." He gasped into the folds of Dean's clothing, his arms tightened around Dean's torso.
Dean wrapped his arms around Castiel and held him close, it was nice to feel another body against his but he wasn't thinking of it in a perverted way, not right then. Comfort, warmth, and someone to share the holidays with was what Christmas was supposed to mean for people his age. Dean just happened to be single which sort of ruled that all out. "You're welcome."
They stood that way for a while and though it was cold neither of them complained. Castiel finally pulled away and bit at his lower lip. "Dean this… can I…"
Dean watched Cas struggle to say something and he clearly wanted it but whatever it was apparently was too odd of a request. "Where do you live? Maybe I can give you a ride home?"
Cas looked at him, a bit nervous but he nodded all the same. "Thank you, it's over the train tracks a little ways north from here. I'll point it out."
They rode together and the further Dean followed Castiel's directions the less he liked where he was going. The neighborhood was awful, the streets were shady, and everything looked sketchy. "There." Cas said as Dean nearly passed by a dilapidated old place. It was a house at least but it didn't look that great. The lights were on and there were figures moving about all over the place.
"Roommates?"
"Sort of, I'm technically paying them rent to live in the basement, so that probably makes me more of a roommate and them the tenants or something." Cas scratched the back of his head and started to get out of the car, "Well thanks-"
"Hold on," Dean pulled Cas back into the warmth of the Impala and looked at him carefully, "How well do you eat? What do you sleep on?"
"Why do you care?" Cas snapped at him, defensive now. "I eat enough to survive and I sleep on some old mattress. It's fine, I'm fine, thank you for the ride." He started getting out again and this time Dean followed.
"Can I come in?"
Castiel first wanted to say no, the look on his face told Dean that much, but his expression softened and saddened briefly and he nodded. "Sure, if you'd like."
Dean followed Castiel inside and cringed at the smell of booze that crashed into his senses and nearly blinded him. There was a small party going on, several drunk individuals either passed out or yammering at one another with music that was far too loud. Dean cringed again at the extra smells that started to reach his nose but did his best not to show the reactions. Cas headed for the basement despite the catcalls and 'hey hooker, how's it going' lines shouted his way. Dean followed him without exchanging a word with the other people; he figured if Cas didn't then there was no reason for him to do it.
The basement was crowded with stuff a pack-rat would own and in a small corner there was a cot with several clothing articles piled up beside it, and a few pathetic Christmas decorations strung up. That was Castiel's area of that house.
"Kind of…" Dean searched for the words but found nothing decent to say.
"Awful, I know." Cas sighed and dropped onto his lumpy bed, "But it's all I've got."
Dean wasn't sure what came over him then but the words escaped him all the same, "Live with me."
Castiel huffed a laugh, "Funny."
"Seriously, come with me."
Those blue eyes darted up to his and Dean could only pray he didn't cry again, "Dean… why?"
"I'm living alone in a place too big for just me, you're in a crowded shitty place too small for you, my rent's pretty cheap and I'm a decent roommate. Plus, you know, I'm lonely, you're lonely, we should split costs or something." Dean smiled a little warmer at the prospect the more he explained it out loud. Living with someone sounded so much better, and maybe going home every night would be worth it if someone else was there to say hi to him. "What do you say?"
Castiel looked down at his stuff and furrowed his brow, "I don't know what to say." He shook his head lightly and glanced at Dean one more time, "How far away is it from my work?"
"I'll drive you and pick you up." Dean offered, part of him figured it was very out of his way to do so but he didn't want to lose the chance to live with this guy, to help Cas out a little. "Just try it, if it doesn't work out we'll find you something better."
"I don't have the money to split the cost evenly… It would be unfair, I'd be freeloading."
"You're being shafted here so just come with me, you deserve something nice for a change."
"But you don't deserve a leech like me." Cas argued and shook his head, "I can't do that-"
Dean knelt next to him and wrapped him up in a hug again. Cas struggled a bit but melted into it and soon Dean had his angel crawling into his lap. "Take me with you." He whispered and his fingers dug deep into Dean's jacket until he felt it through the winter protection. "Please…"
"Of course, I'm the one who offered." Dean replied softly and before he knew it, before his mind could comprehend half of his evening that far along, he'd carried Castiel's things out of that awful place and took the tired angel home with him. An odd Christmas gesture on his part but he didn't think he'd regret it at any immediate juncture.