Help Me, Help You.

Is this normal? (Dean's p.o.v.)

I picked the Impala up from the tow lot. What the heck, I didn't know making mistakes could be this expensive-wait-yes I do. I almost died several times for my fuck-ups. Anyway, back to the point. I needed to get to the hotel quick. My baby needed a good washing.. I didn't know what those guys did to her! I kept my eyes on the road. Turn after turn new thoughts popped into my head. Who was that Castiel? Why was he so kind to an asshole like me? I shrugged off all of the questions. I figured it was better to not think about them.

"What took so long?" Sam was on the computer. I shook my head. "Nothing to worry about, Sammy. I'm going to wash the car." His gaze narrowed. "Okay." He replied. I did just that. Afterward I took another shower -I made sure to put the "Do not disturb" sign on the door this time- and plopped on my bed. The sheets were still crumpled from the morning. I didn't pay any attention to them. Sam shot up and looked at his watch. "Hey Dean, I'm going to grab some food. You wanna come?" I shook my head. "Just grab me a burger from wherever your going." Sam nodded and left our room.

Now that I think about it, I should've gone. All that time to myself got me thinking...about everything.

Why is my life so messed up?..
How do me and Sammy live with all of this?..
Which side of the bed is the 'wrong' one? I need to stay away from it...

I was pacing, so I decided to sit down in the little green leather recliner. Something crumpled, so I stood up to empty my back pockets. I sat again to study the contents. A wad of napkin was the only thing my pockets held. I unraveled it- forgetting what it was. And there.. Written in blue ink. Digits, and then in messy handwriting;

-Castiel (you can call me Cas)

My mind went blank. Should I call him? Would he already be asleep? Does he have a family to attend to? I kinda needed to take my mind off of my problems..no. Sam would think its weird. (Cause it is).. But we could meet somewhere else.. Yeah. Good idea. Unless he's busy.

Those thoughts ran marathons through my head. What would Sam think of Castiel? He would probably think of him as I do. But maybe he wouldn't. It's hard to know what goes through that dude's head.