The life in that town proved to Dean Winchester that he was not meant for the routine, apple pie, white picket fenced life. True that his family was not what the average family would look like, both his parents were deceased and he wasn't living in a suburban house with a yard and a dog, he lived in a small apartment with just him and his little brother. But the routine was what he got bored of. He would send Sam to school, go to work, hit the pub, go home and back in bed. The same routine every day, the same scenery every day and seeing the same faces every day soon got tiring. It made him exhausted to even smile and wave at the same people every day. It was like as if routine had slowly chipped his livelihood away and bit by bit he slowly had found himself a victim to the boring life that he never wanted to live. Adventure was what he wanted, perhaps not even adventure but something, he wasn't sure what he wanted but he didn't want this.
"I'll wait till Sam heads off to college; I'll finally be free of this place." He said, taking a sip of his beer and watching the man in front of him. Dean and Castiel had often sat in boredom with a beer in their hands unsure of what to do, they'd simply talk about things drinking cheap beer in the isolated space of the park-away from any form of human life. It was just the two of them, the two bored people in this small town and they were itching to get out.
"Why don't you leave anyways? Why stay here if you're so bored of it?" Dean asked Castiel, he had never asked the blue eyed man why he had stayed here when clearly he was bored as hell. He wondered what could have drawn this man to such a place, for Dean it was Sam and how he wanted him to have a normal life after what had happened to their family but for Castiel… he had always wondered why suffer in this boring town when he could be… free.
"I've had enough fun in my lifetime Dean." Castiel answered simply without a pause. It was an answer that he gave to everyone when they had asked and no one questioned him about it. They simply nod as if they understood and continued mindlessly talking about trivial matters.
"Well, tell me a few of your stories then." Dean said, resting his chin on his hand and looking straight into Castiel's eyes. He noticed a flicker of panic- his eyes widen slightly then looked away for a second before he looked back at Dean's eyes.
"Well, it's difficult to explain."
"I've got time."
Castiel sighed but then chuckled; Dean was not lying when he said he was persistent. He often found Dean's confidence comforting, seeing as he did not ask or initiated small talk like the rest of the townsfolk. He asked whatever he wanted and to some extent it was refreshing.
"Well, I travelled around a lot doing… odd jobs here and there with my brother. It was just us, free to move wherever we wanted. We could… go anywhere whenever, it was almost freeing and satisfying in a way that we weren't bound to anything you know?" Castiel said, he soon found that Dean's gaze was somewhat penetrating. His eyes bore into his own and sent chills down his spine- although Castiel dismissed it as the chills being an effect of the wind. He looked away, hoping to escape from his stare but soon found it somewhat comforting; it had been a while since anyone was even remotely this interested in anything he had to say.
"The odd jobs were… tough, we got hurt a lot but soon we got really good at it but nothing good ever lasts and something happened and we went separate ways- me and my brother," Castiel said before looking at Dean's surprised eyes, "I… It's not what you think, we weren't doing anything bad." Castiel quickly said. Dean's eyes soften and let out a laugh, "Good, I thought you went around murdering people, you don't seem like you could even kill a fly Cas."
Castiel chuckled, 'I wonder if you even know how wrong you are Dean.' He thought but he didn't say anything, instead he rubbed his arms hoping to get some heat in them- the soft wind and the light, after rain dampness had made him get chills.
"You cold?" Dean asked, Castiel shook his head, "No, not so much. We should get back, it's quite dark."
Dean looked at the sky and, where did the time go?
A smile crept up his face, true that the town was boring and being here a month he was already sick of it but he did admit there was some sort of beauty to the town. In the city where he had lived, the sky was always clouded by pollution and there was never a time where there was peace or quiet. But in this town, he could see the stars so clearly, it seemed like the hideousness of the world didn't touch this place. Unaffected by the rest of the world, this town was protected in a bubble, preserving the long lost peace that he had almost forgotten how to appreciate.
"Yeah, where did the time go huh? I'll walk you back." He said, getting up from his seat and tearing his eyes from the sky.
"It's fine, I don't want to disturb you."
"I'm not giving you much of a choice; I'll walk with you even if you say no Cas." He smirked as he watched Castiel's cheeks flushed a tint of red before he nodded at Dean and they started to walk back.
It was a silence between them that Dean wasn't sure if it was awkward or soothing. They were walking quite close to each other and every few steps their hands would ever so softly graze one another and when it did Castiel or Dean would draw back their hand away from the other's, although they would let it fall back to place after a few steps.
"Well, thank you." Castiel said when they arrived in front of his building, Dean sighed mentally, cursing the short walk.
"Yeah, no problem," He muttered before having the courage to look at Castiel and noticed how flushed his face was, "Cas."
"What?"
Castiel could smell his cologne from how close they were standing from each other. It was Dean's cologne, combined with something musky, like the smell of damp rain and car oil from his work. It was comforting. He didn't notice that Dean was slowly closing the space between them and suddenly the chill from the atmosphere was gone, replaced with a heat that radiated from his own body and soon he felt the coolness of Dean's fingertips brushing against his heated cheeks- it seemed to have made him even more heated.
His eyes were fixed onto Dean's lips as they drew closer to his, smelling and almost tasting the beer that they had drank together not long ago.
"Dean…" Castiel whispered before the door behind him slammed open.
"Cas!"
The two men sprung apart and quickly, Castiel turned around to see who had called his name but he already knew who. He saw a familiar face that had begun to fade in his memory but upon seeing the taller man standing in the door frame it had brought a smile to his face although he was slightly annoyed. He sprung into the arms of the blue eyed man and breathed in a familiar smell.
"Balthazar."
"Cas, it's been a while."
A/N: Hello everyone, this is another chapter. I hope you like it, things moving along for Dean and Cas huh? Tell me if you think it's too fast, I don't think this will be a very long story to be honest. What did you think of the chapter? Please review I'm thinking of updating once every week if I can manage (I have exams coming up soon so please excuse me while I cry every day from the stress.) Balthazar is such a meanie, blocking some Destiel action ;) Hope you liked this chapter and leave a review. 3
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