As much as Castiel loved dreams, he was unfortunately cursed to be a light sleeper. It was hard to tell whether it was just natural, or a trait he picked up from his time running on his own. He also wasn't exactly a "morning person". He despised getting up early. Though, to be fair, his getting up early in the morning wasn't his fault.
He couldn't help that his roommate was a morning person.
Every morning, Cas woke up to "Walking On Sunshine" playing from Charlie's room. He'd groan, and occasionally spit out pieces of synthetic fur from Chewbacca from his mouth. One month and he still hadn't adjusted. Then Cas would plod to the kitchen. He made coffee, poured some cereal, and ate breakfast. Charlie would usually make her way to the kitchen, fully dressed and perky. Cas, while appreciating his friend's demeanor most of the day, was less receptive at 7:15 in the morning.
"Good morning!" she'd say, pouring herself some coffee. "Morning..." he'd mumble. They'd make small talk, then Cas would browse things on the tablet while Charlie used the bathroom.
When she finished, Cas would go and shower. Charlie's apartment had decent water pressure, but it was nothing compared to the bunker. Then Cas would go get dressed. He'd make his way out to find Charlie tapping away on her laptop.
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"Cas, have you thought about getting a job?" Charlie asked one Tuesday morning. Cas shook his head. "You don't have a job anymore, either..."
Charlie shrugged. "I still get enough royalties from this software me and some Moondoor buddies developed. Oh! Do you still want to go next weekend?" Cas nodded. "Okay, cool. Besides, that last job did things I don't approve of. I think I'm rich morally." There was something about how Charlie's demeanor changed that told Cas there was something wrong. But he decided not to pry. After all, she didn't pry about Dean and Ezekiel, it might be best to respect her privacy.
"Hey, the neighbor across the hall, Mr. Lightwood, needs someone to watch his daughter Bianca during the day on weekdays. Maybe you could do that..." Cas nodded. "I do enjoy the company of children." Charlie smiled. "Great! Though, a word of advice: maybe don't say that last bit..." Cas tilted his head, wearing his trademark confused puppy look.
"Why not?"
"Well..."
