Life Roles
Noble/Peasant AU

Summary: Not everyone is who they seem to be.

Author's Note: I wasn't sure what to do with this, so I just started writing and this is what happened. *Cough Killer was a real thing back in the 1900's not that it would really help as it was morphine but take a google spin if you want to read some really off the wall facts.

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Dean was well aware of the fact that if he was caught dressed and pretending to be a Noble he would be shot, strung up, then shot again. He had taken Sammy over to the Harvelle's house and asked them to watch him for a few hours. Dean had promised to be back in a few hours and after heading out into the street had he changed out his normal clothes and put them in a back hiding them away. Their mother had caught a bad cold and she wouldn't make it to the end of the week unless Dean got the money for the required medicine. Which meant he had to think on his feet and quick, his father had been drafted in the last war and had never returned, not that it was much of a loss.

It left Dean to care for his mother and brother, but being 'normal' if poor was really a class meant that things were not permitted or rather just too expensive for them. One being medicine, if Mary found out that Dean was going to sell off the suit of armor he had left Dean should would probably kill him. He would welcome her to try when she was well enough to do so. He set off with the suit slightly weighing him down. The trip was short and when Dean pushed into the small shop a small bell rang above his head.

A head with Dark hair and sharp blue eyes looked up from the counter and smiled to Dean, he was dressed in the best clothes Dean had ever seen and he seemed to almost shine with how clean he was. That was the one thing that Dean hadn't been able to change, he couldn't take a shower and just hoped he didn't smell too bad.

"Hello Sir, how are you today?" the man asked from behind the counter and Dean moved over trying to look the role he claimed he was. Just need to by some Cough killer and few other things and his mother would be back on her feet or at least off her death bed.

"Hello, my mother is having a hard time with a cough, I was hoping we could trade for some of the cough killer you have in stock."

"I normally do not take trade," the stiffer man stated and Dean winced knowing this was a possibility, normally he would go to Robert and ask for help but the man was out of town on business and wouldn't be back for another forthnight.

"Oh, of course sorry to have bothered-"

"Wait, I didn't say you couldn't have some." The voice called and Dean slowly turned back around to face him wondering if he heard him right and stepped closer, doing so he could smell the other man and he smelt fantastic, like summer nights on the ocean.

"I don't have any money, we are t-"

"You don't have to explain, I know more than you think." Dean frowns and starts to move foot to foot, should he make a break for it. The man probably knew he wasn't suppose to be here he could have him killed, then his mother would slowly die in her bed and his brother- Sammy fuck. A hand reached out and touched him bringing his attention back around to the other man.

"My name is Castiel Plante, I would like to offer you my help."

"Dean Winchester, what do you want instead of cash?"

"Your time on Tuesdays and Fridays, a few hours for the next few weeks. I could use help with some of the supplies and stocking and someone to talk to." Dean bit his lower lip and felt the bag with his father's only remaining item in his hands and found himself nodding and taking the offered hand.

"Mr. Plante you have a deal."

"Castiel, please and perfect, let me get you that medicine."

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