Hey guys! I was able to crank out a pretty quick chapter, so I hope you like it! It didn't turn out near how I expected it to! Heheh.
DEAN POV
Cas' neighborhood looked pretty sketchy. I didn't like the fact that he sometimes walked to school through here. Or even the fact that he walked from his doorstep to the bus stop. He pointed out his house and I pulled up to the sidewalk. His house looked old but it also looked...interesting. I turned off my baby and Castiel did that little head tilt that he does.
"Dean, you needn't turn your car off. I am perfectly capable to walk down the sidewalk by myself and you can be on your way."
"Nah. Castiel, I'm coming with you." Castiel looked surprised and guilty.
"Dean please, you've already done too much for me already today. You don't have to do this. Don't you have other, more important things to attend to?" I smiled.
"Not really short stuff. And I wasn't kidding when I said I staying with you until you were safe and tucked in your bed." Cas' mouth opened and closed a few times before he retorted.
"Well, that's just illogical Dean." I shrugged.
"Maybe, maybe not, but I said it. And I stay true to my word." I stepped out of the impala, shutting the door and pocketing the keys. Castiel gathered his stuff and stepped out too as I walked around the car and over to his side. I stood close to him so that our arms and hands brushed as we walked up his sidewalk. Because he was probably in shock and at a loss of blood, he could fall at any time right? His gravel voice snapped me out of my thoughts.
"Dean, I must warn you, my mother has a most... enthusiastic personality. She can be overwhelming sometimes." Enthusiastic? What the hell did he mean by that?
"Alright." When we arrived at his doorstep, Castiel grabbed a hidden key from inside the birdhouse on his porch and let us in. When we stepped in the house the atmosphere completely changed. It was clean but cluttered. I suddenly could smell home-baking and the walls were littered with paintings and bright colors. There were beads in the doorways and The Beatles could be heard blasting throughout the house. My mouth was almost gaping when a woman came around the corner with a pencil behind her ear, humming and swaying her hips to the music, stirring a bowl of some sort of batter. Was this his mother?! If so, I could see where Castiel got his voluminous hair from. Hers was long dark and with wild waves, and she was wearing a pink and yellow summer dress. Castiel looked like he wanted to shrink into the corner when the woman realized they were there. Her eyes widened and she gasped.
"Castiel! You've brought a friend home! Oh my he's soo talll" She precariously set her bowl down on top of some sort of abstract art sculpture and skipped over to us, clasping her hands in delight. "And he's so cute!" She grabbed at my cheeks and squealed. I just stood still and stared at her with wide eyes, a bit shocked. Castiel whined and tried to shoo her away.
"Mom! Stop! Please, We're not five years old, you can't keep doing this to everyone that comes over!" He face-palmed and murmured. "This is why I have no friends." His mom stopped grabbing my face but she was still looking at me like I was an animal in a petting zoo.
"But Castiel, this really looks like a good one! I know a good one when I see one. What's his name?" I composed myself and answered for him, holding out a hand for her to shake.
"Its Dean." She grabbed my thumb instead of my hand but shook with vigor nonetheless.
"Ahh, solid name. Well! Would you like to dance with me Dean?" I chuckled, but Castiel did not seem so amused. This must have really happened a lot.
"MOM!" Cas shouted in horror. She looked over to him. Only now did she seem to notice Castiel's bruised face. She looked like she was going to faint. She hurried over to him studying his bruises and scrapes.
"Castiel, honey what happened to you!? You poor thing! Come into the kitchen and I'll make you some herbal tea and give you some ice and-" He waved her away.
"Mom I swear I'm okay, I'm fine. Dean fixed me up good." Castiel's mom nodded then beamed wickedly.
"Oh, I bet he did." Castiel gave her an incredulous look then huffed.
"Okay that's it. See you later mom, we're going upstairs." He grabbed my wrist as his mom shouted.
"We'll talk how those bruises got there later hon!" Castiel groaned and dragged me to the staircase. Stumbling away, led by Castiel, I turned to give the nice lady a salute. She smiled and returned the gesture.
Woo! So how was that? It was a bit different but, interesting to write :) Reviews are cherished as usual. Thanks for reading and doing all that nice stuff!
