A/N: This is what I am doing instead of filling the two requests that I have and catching up on the beta work that I really should be working on. :P It is a serious problem. Herp derp. But this fic is just so much fun to write for and it make me happy. ^^ Lemme know what you guys think about how this is going- and feel free to gimme some quotes you might think I could write off of. Cuz, in case you hadn't already noticed, I don't actually outline this in any way, shape or form. I have a book of quotes that I have marked all up with sticky notes and I just page through that until something sparks and go for it. :P I don't plan out plot, endings, anything, so I apologize, but that's just how I work.
"You cannot do a kindness too soon, for you never know how soon it will be too late." – Ralph Waldo Emerson
He doesn't know what possesses him to do it, but suddenly he is out there, on the street, with a fistful of notes and coins. The boy with the sad eyes looks at him with something like hurt, the younger with thanks. He had seen them that evening, returning with defeat clear on their faces on none of the usual day-old foodstuffs in hand. There was never a question as to whether this was the right thing to do. 'Take it!' Cas tell him, looking back towards the shop, not wanting to be caught by his easily irritable father, and upon seeing that look he knows so well, adds, 'Pay me back later, however you can.' Sad Eyes is still hesitant to change his mind, but after looking back towards the smaller boy nods and takes the money.
Cas knows he is overreaching, pushing this fragile bridge that has been built between them, but he clasps Sad Eyes around the shoulder and gives it a firm squeeze, smiling shyly and looking him in the eye. The boy looks at his hand for a long time, then follows the line of his arm, to his face, and finally meets his gaze. Something is there, something he can't describe and suddenly his face is flush, his breathing growing labored. He knows he should move, drop his hand, something, but he can't. Castiel thinks Sad Eyes can feel it too, this thing between them, always pulling, taking the breath from their lungs. Finally, the smaller boy tugs at his companion's sleeves and the two of them are forced to break. The two of them turn to go home and suddenly Cas is starting to feel colder by the lack of their presence. As they leave, the boy looks back over his shoulder several times until they are out of sight.