(Dean)
The Angel sat up quickly and looked around in shock and terror. He started hyperventilating.
"Shh," I comforted him, as I walked towards him.
He turned to me quickly.
"Who are you?!" He asked.
"My name is Dean, Dean Winchester." I told him, putting my hands up.
"Oh. Sorry. I'm Castiel. Castiel Novak." He told me.
"So you were scared I get it. But you shouldn't be scared of someone who doesn't know you yet picks you up while you look like you're dying on some train tracks. I didn't know who you were, and I didn't even know what you were. For all I know, you could have killed me." I joked, but a wave of guilt splashed on his face.
"I'm really sorry." he said and his bottom lip started to quiver. I placed my hands on his shoulders.
"I was kidding, but really it's okay." I smiled at him.
"You are very beautiful Dean Winchester." He complimented me.
"I could only say the same Castiel Novak." I replied.
