Help Me, Help You.

Castiel

I took a seat at the bar. The diner seemed dark and gloomy. Broken light fixture, maybe. Or it might've been just me. "Two slices of your best pie, ASAP...please." I sighed as I looked around the diner. Unfamiliar faces were locked on mine. New and different eyes seemed to follow my every move, every twitch, every heave of my heavy chest. I could feel my heart in my throat. I swallowed it.

"Here you go, Boy." A steaming plate of apple pie appeared before me. I picked up my fork and cut the tip off. My favorite part was always that first bite. I blew cool air on it and stuck it in my mouth before it could slip off the fork. That was the best pie I'd ever eaten.

"Hello." A deep voice exclaimed. I choked on my second bite. "Hi," I replied with a voice like gravel. "Are you okay? You seem frazzled."

Frazzled.

"Ah yeah. I'm fine. Just a rough day." I decided to look at his face, because he was the first one to ever say that word, and the first to really care about my attitude. (besides Sammy that is.) it was a mistake.

He had dark hair that looked like he just came out of the bedroom. I wished my hair looked like that! He had a little scruff, he had achieved and aced the look I always wanted to get from not shaving. He had blue eyes. Crystal blue eyes. It was like I was staring at pools of crisp, clean water that the sun was shining on. They were... Hot. And I've never used that word for a dude. He had a straight face and he was staring at me intently with his head slightly cocked to the side. His arms were crossed on the bar and his right leg was gently rocking as it sat on his left. He wore black slacks with a belt, a tucked in white shirt, a royal blue tie, and a trench coat. He was sitting with his torso turned. If I sat like that I would probably stop breathing. I took a bite of my pie. This forkful tasted different. Sweeter.

"Oh, okay" He frowned. "I'm Castiel," he shot up again. "Most people just call me Cas." The light seemed to grow brighter as He shot out his hand. I took it and shook it. (Sounds like a dance move) "Dean." I replied, with apples probably oozing out of my mouth. Cas swiveled his chair a little bit. "Do you mind if I sit here with you?" His tone got serious. Like a human trying to convey they don't have emotions. "Sure, as long as you're not here to watch me eat, cause that's not very pretty." I laughed. He hesitated-looked at me as if to say It isn't? Or Why else would I be here? - and then laughed.. a little too loud. "I've seen you here a couple of times," he said. "Where is your boyfriend? " he looked stunned. "Or brother or cousin or whatever. Sorry. It slipped out." I guess I looked puzzled. (Because I was) "Sam, my brother, is at home. I needed to get out." He grinned. "so is this your go-to spot? It's mine too!" I gave him one of those looks.. Y'know.. One of those phony grins you give your friends if you weren't paying attention. Or that way you raise your eyebrows like "Wow! Really?" When you don't know what to say 'cause you don't know them or they annoy you like heck. He didn't annoy me though, and that's the weird part. Any guy like that, even slightly chipper, always seems to tick me off. As you can tell, I'm not the go-to-church-every-Sunday-family-man. But he didn't look like the average Joe either.