Dean quickly stood up. He stood up so quickly that he staggered a bit with tunnel vision.
"Well? I answered your question, didn't I?" Castiel calmly said. It was Dean's turn to say, "What?"
"I answered your question. It's your turn now." He started, "Do you want money, Dean?"
"N-No! I mean, yes, but-"
"Good." he simply stated. "What?" Dean uttered with his face cringing a bit, still confused.
"What do you mean 'good'? What the fuck is wrong with you?"
Castiel chuckled a bit, he sat down at the edge of the bed and put his finger on his chin, as if he was thinking deeply. "You're asking me that, yet you saw me at the Roadhouse, followed me home, and tried to rob me with your face as clear as day" he answered. "I can't seem to grasp the logic in that" he trailed off. There was a pregnant pause. Then it hit Castiel. Maybe it was something else, and sure, maybe Dean didn't understand it himself. The way he looked at Castiel in the Roadhouse, like some hungry lion finally catching a prey, set something off. (And fuck, if that didn't turn him on.)
That's when he decided. It was worth a try; if Dean was crazy enough to do all that then he just might be on board with this.
He stood up from the bed and slowly approached Dean, his eyes squinting, trying to put the puzzle pieces together.
"Why are you here Dean?" he asked, each word channeling into one step, until he was close enough to touch Dean. And he kept stepping forward, with each step he took, Dean stepped back. Until finally, there was no more room for him to step back, like a cornered mouse, the cat still stepping forward. "I-It's like you, uh, said... I was gonna rob you" Jesus, does this guy even know what personal space is?
"You don't have to, stay right there." Castiel ordered. Dean had half the mind to sprint and leave because this whole fiasco was a big bust, but he was also kind of hopeful. Maybe it was because he was desperate enough to actually steal from someone. He really needed the money now, and sure, he stole before, but only little things like food and that Christmas gift he gave to Sammy. He needed this for Sam.
Castiel took quick strides to his closet, anxious that Dean might run off.
He rummaged through his closet and took out a shoe box and walked back towards Dean, who was still pressed against the locked door.
He was smiling, a bit happy to see Dean still there. He was still tense though.
"Here" Castiel said, handing over Dean the box. Dean glanced at the box and then back at Castiel, and then back at the box. "What is it?" he asked while reluctantly getting the box from Castiel, who probably made sure their fingers touched.
Castiel watched Dean as he opened the box slowly, the corner of Castiel's mouth twitching up. "Wh-What? Why?" Dean asked, not believing what was happening right now and what was in the box.
"You can have it. All of it." he stated. It was money. The box was full of money, enough to cover for Sam's 2nd and 3rd years in college. Sam had a scholarship, but it only bestowed them a 50% discount on Sammy's tuition, which meant there was that other half. He felt a tinge of happiness, he will never admit how surreal it is to hold this much money and the relief it gave him. But there was still the man standing in front of him, who gave him the money and the one he tried to rob. Of course there was going to be a catch.
Dean cleared his throat, "What's the catch?" he inquired.
Castiel sighed deeply. "Well, it's very complicated." he started. "I'll start with the, well, the start."
Castiel gestured that he was going to open the door. So, Dean moved aside. Castiel walked out and down the hallway, Dean at his tail.
"I was supposed to get married to someone and this," he gestured to the whole house while going down the stairs. "This enormous house, was supposed to be ours. We were supposed to make babies and go to charities and attend church on Sunday. But, she left me, didn't really work out. It never did" he said. "I'll spare you the details and get to the point, Dean." he said, walking towards the living room. He sat down on one of the couches and nodded towards Dean and the other couch.
"I'm lonely, and- how do I put it. I need someone to live here, with.. me" He said.
Dean coughed at that, choking a little because he was out of breath.
