Help Me, Help You.

Dim lights

Dean shut the door behind me. I watched his strong hands lock the door. He pulled on the handle, making sure it was closed tightly. Keeping everything on the inside hidden from the world. I wondered why he was so big and muscular. He must've worked in construction or have been a police officer or something like that.

"Why did you call me Dean? Is everything alright?" He stared at me. It looked like he was studying my every imperfection. My messy hair, my blue eyes that just didn't match my body, or maybe he was looking at my shoulders. They looked a little oversized in the trench coat. "Yeah. Everything's okay, I guess. I just wanted to talk to you, get to know you better."

I looked at him shyly. "Why me? I'm just a guy at a diner." He shook his head lightly as he shoved his hands into the small pockets of his ripped jeans. " No one had really cared to talk to me when I'm alone in there. Except maybe a few girls. You're the first person in a long time to do so, and I'm curious." I pursed my lips. I didn't think he would notice, for his eyes were tracing the cracks on the concrete, But apparently he looked up to see my head shoot down. "Is something bothering you, Castiel?" It was my turn to shake my head. I also gave him a shrug. "Not that I know of. I just started talking to you to see if you were alright." I looked up at him. "I almost never see you without your brother, but now that is almost all I see." Dean laughed. "Everything's okay with me and Sam, Castiel. There is no need to worry. " I wanted to look at him, to look into those green eyes, but I couldn't. Almost all the street lights were burned out. All I could see of Dean was a dark silhouette, making him look even more mysterious. I sighed. "Okay. I will take your word for that."

We started to walk back into the hotel, for now we've made a complete circle around the segment his room is at. Dean unlocked the door, and sat down on his bed. "Okay, look.." He gestured for me to sit on Sam's bed. I did so. "Me and Sam have a messed up relationship, and a messed up life. You should at least know that much." I nodded. "I'm pretty sure that you have some problems in your life too, so let me tell you this." He looked at me straight in the eyes. It kind of scared me.

"No matter how hard your problem is, no matter how deep you're grieving, just remember it's over now. You can't change it. If you're facing a current problem, remember that it will go away,too. Yes, you do have to fight, try as hard as you can to win, but no matter what, it will pass too. Don't get caught up in things. Just remember them, and learn from them..okay?" He cocked his head to the right.

Then, I looked into his eyes. Those glossy orbs of green flames. They looked so concerned, so sincere. I started to feel something I never had before. I still can't describe it. Awe, maybe. Those eyes were like windows to his soul. He seemed so tough, able to swallow anything you threw at him. But, if you look into those emerald eyes, you would know he was breaking down inside. From what, I don't know.. But whatever it was,it really was effecting Dean. I was determined to help him out with what ever it was.