It was about twelve o'clock p.m.. Dean had settled himself in the front seat of his 1967 Chevy Imapala. The atmosphere was calm. Unlike the last few nights. They were filled with various demons. The 'usual' you could call it. So not finding a job in their current town, Sam and Dean were taking advantage of the time they do have.
Sam isn't currently in the Impala with Dean. For he had decided to make time for other things. God knows what that may be at tweleve midnight..Read under one of those street lights or something?
But as long as Sam is alright, and not fighting anything on his own,Dean doesn't really mind, sort of. After about two minutes Dean had fallen asleep. But not long after was he then interrupeted with a familiar voice in the back seat.
"Dean." Castiel in his rather mutual toned voice.
The winchester quickly woke up from his nap.
In such suddeness he grabbed his gun and flipped around pointing it at the angel's head. But he quickly came to realize.
"Dammit Cas, I could've killed you."
Cas responded with one of his so say logical or literal answers. "I'm an Angel. Your gun can't kill me dean. Wound me yes."
"I didn't mean it-.. Forget it. Why are you in my car in the middle of the night anyway?" Dean questioned with a curious yet anger like expression sweeping his face.
"I came to ask if you're free tommorrow." Castiel replied. It was for a hunt, but Cas didn't quiet catch how that would sound from someone els' point of view.
Dean's angered face quickly changed to a surprised face. "Are you asking me out Cas?"
"No." Cas' eyebrows crunched a bit in confusion. "I found a job. " The male spoke
"What type of job?"
"An angel demon job" Cas told. "I'll be back in the morning."
"Cas-" the winged male dissapeared befor the words could leave his mouth.
