Help Me, Help You.

Dirty Streets (Cas' pov)

I was sitting home alone (how else?) watching the television. A show about a pizza man and a babysitter. I won't go into details. There was nothing else to watch that pleased me. Suddenly, my cellular device started to vibrate. It still surprised me, I rarely get calls. An unknown person's number lit up the screen. I pressed the "answer" button.

"Hello." I tried to keep my tone steady.

"Castiel, is it you? This is Dean."

I tried to contain my sudden excitement. I wasn't expecting him to ever call or message me. He seemed like the type of person that thinks they are "too cool" to talk to others. I guess I assumed wrong.

"Yes, Dean. I am Castiel. You can call me cas if you-"

"Are you free?"

"What do you mean by that phrase?"

*sigh* "Are you busy? Am I interrupting anything important?"

I looked toward the television again. I didn't understand that show. If the pizza man truly loved the babysitter, why is he hurting her?

"No,not at all. I am actually pleased that you dec-"

"Great. Do you think we can go hang out somewhere? I hate being cooped up in this hotel I'm at."

"As you wish. Where do you want to go?"

"I don't care. I wouldn't mind if we just walked around the block or something.."

"Okay. Where are you located? I will be there in a couple of minutes."

"The Shady Oak Hotel?"

"Okay. I will be there soon. Goodbye Dean."

"Bye Castiel."

I wandered the town for a little bit, but then I found Dean's location. It wasn't far. I was there in less than two minutes. I approached the door slowly. I pounded on the door and waited impatiently. I didn't mean to knock that loudly. Then it creaked open. Dean was on the other side of the poorly painted green door. He gave me a big smile when he opened it wide enough to see me. "Come on in, Castiel! Wait here for a minute." He gestured to the beds. He ran over to a little table across the room, set down his pen, and went into the bathroom. I was curious to know what he wrote, so I walked over to the table.

Gone out for a while. Be back soon.
Dean

I thought it was kind of him to notify his brother for when he returns. I could tell Dean truly cares for Sam. I sat on the edge of Dean's bed. I could tell it was his because his blankets were in awkward piles and his pillows were strewn all over the place. The other bed was neatly made, no wrinkles, no mistakes. I heard a door open and my head moved toward the sound. Dean came out, straightening his button-down that clung to his other shirt. I like it when he does that. I can't do it for my shirts are always tucked in and my coat is too long.

"You ready?" His voice caught me off guard, so I just nodded and furrowed my brow. He smirked. "Okay then." He put on his leather jacket and headed to the door. My eyes followed him. He opened the door, revealing the dark sky that was illuminated by a single street light. Dean turned his head to face me. "Are you coming?" I shook my head up and down again as I got up to follow him out.