"Alright, home sweet home. I'm gonna show you your room and thn you can shower or whatever you want. " Dean said before getting out of the car, holding open the back door for Castiel to get out. A bare foot stepped out of the car hesitantly, then came the rest of the dirty angel, eyes wide with fear again.
Sam had already run up to the house, excited to get the room ready for Castiel and call his friends to tell them about the angel he just got. Dean placed a gentle hand on his shoulder and Castiel tensed at the touch, dropping his gaze to the gravel driveway.
"Hey…Hey its okay..Im not gonna hurt you okay?" Dean said softly as he walked Cas up to the house, walking just as slow as the angel was with his hand on his shoulder, watching him carefully. As they entered the threshold, Dean dropped his hand from him to lock the door, not seeing the look on Castiel's face.
The house was two floors with the bedrooms upstairs, the living room and kitchen were downstairs along with a few other rooms. It was decorated the exact same way his mother had left it, very old southern style and home-y. Sam always loved bringing friends over to the house to show them around, to see the wonder and amazement on their face.
The same look was now on Castiel's face, his wide blue eyes taking in all of the details of the living room from the deep red couch to the stone fireplace against one wall. When Dean turned around and saw his face, he smiled softly. "You can spend your time anywhere you want, doing whatever I guess." He offered up, kicking off his boots and walking into the open space. "We have a library as well if that interests you."
Apparently it did because Castiel's eyes lit up at the possibility and he nodded quickly, his face remaining stoic otherwise. The smile at his response was unavoidable, making Dean turn away from him so he wouldn't see it.
"How does seeing your room sound?" He said over his shoulder as he started walking to the stairs, hearing the sound of bare feet on the wooden floor follow behind him. Dean could hear Sam upstairs typing away on his laptop and talking on the phone at the same time, over excited about the angel. They reached his room at the end of the hall, right next to Dean's room in case on an emergency.
"Alright my room is across the hall, don't be afraid to come in there if you need anything at all okay? Im usually down in the garage but at night in here." Dean said opening Castiel's door and letting the angel pass him to go inside. The room was decorated simply with a light blue quilt on the queen bed against the wall, a large bay window looking down at the forest surrounding the house. A vase of flowers that Sam had bought for the angel sat on the dresser, a couple of flowers that Dean would never even think about knowing the names of.
"Oh yeah, that dresser is full of my old clothes so if you shower, just wear those. We can go shopping another time." Dean added before stepping out into the hall, watching Castiel carefully. The angel stood in the center of the room, looking around at everything before staring at Dean.
"Thank you." He said quietly in a deep, gravelly voice that almost scared Dean but he smiled and nodded despite the surprise.
"Of course…Dinner is at about six and Ill have Sammy call you down if you aren't down already." He said before walking down the hall to Sam's room. After embarrassing him while he was talking to his friends, Dean made his way down to the garage to work on a car. He ran a restoration shop out of the house, making damn good money for the two of them, well now three.
Metallica drifted out of the speakers in the back of the garage as he started to wet sand down the door of the 57' Chevy Bel Air he found himself working on currently, the owner found it in one of the back lots a few towns over. He made his mind focus on the car, not let it wander over to what Castiel might be doing upstairs.
As Dean worked on the car downstairs, Castiel shut the door to his room and took off the clothes he was given at the store which was a dirty suit and trench coat that he picked out. He set them on the bed gently and walked into the bathroom, staring down at the knobs and handles of the shower.
After much testing and twisting the knobs, Castiel found himself in the shower with cold water running over his bruised back. His wings were wrapped around him, the black feathers starting to shine with the water instead of grease or dirt. He shook them slightly and smiled, thankful for the shower. Cas washed his body and hair quickly, taking as much time as he could washing his wings.
They were still very sensitive from growing too quickly, the feathers thinner in some areas as a result as well. He carded his fingers through them slowly, thinking of when the other angels would take turns in that dark room cleaning each other's wings. An angel named Gabriel would always clean his, taking his time with them and never once pulling the feathers either like the other ones. They took a real bonding to each other before Gabriel reached of age and was taken from the back room. When Castiel was of age and was dragged out, he tried looking for him as he passed the windows and doors of other rooms but never saw him. Only once did he see Mr. Crowley, as he preferred to be called, walking down the halls in his suit, a golden feather sticking out of his back pocket.
That night was the first night that Castiel realized how terrible it actually was, what Mr. Crowley did to the angels when the potential owners left and the lights went down. He still had the scar on his forehead from the one night he tried to fight back, only ending in getting hurt very badly. It only happened a few more nights after that before Dean showed up, saving him from that place.
The mother angels told of owners who were even worse than the breeders but Castiel never wanted to believe it, why would someone spend so much money on an angel only to abuse them? But the day he felt the wrath and force of Mr. Crowley did Cas realize that humans were terrible people. Maybe he could trust Sam and Dean, but that was something he was trying to figure out.
Eventually Castiel dragged himself out of the shower and into his bedroom, it still felt weird being able to call a room his own. He went through the clothes in the door, seeing as they were all too big for his thin frame. Deciding on a black band shirt that Castiel had never heard of and a pair of jeans, he dressed slowly with the fresh bruises still hurting.
Dean had mentioned something about a library so Castiel walked out of the bedroom slowly, starting to walk down the halls in search of the library, not that he could read most of the things in there.
