Help Me, Help You.

Questions (castiel's pov)

I ran away as fast as I could. Sam.. Sam could have seen that! I felt a hot tear stream down my face. "No." I whispered. I am a man. I may be a soft,quirky man, but I am still a man! Wow, I didn't expect Dean to be a hunter! Why was I okay with it? I guess I wrote it on the note for Sam,

Please teach me some stuff sometimes, I have only read books about it. :)

No wonder they are always stressed! I feel like such an assbutt for writing what I did, but I was so caught up in the moment. Dean called my name cute. He actually talked to me, about something that could get him killed! He trusted me. I've accomplished my goal of wanting to learn about Dean.

I wasn't lying when I wrote the note. I love scary movies, and anything to do with mythical creatures. I just don't like those reality shows, here they "hunt demons" and stuff. It's so fake, they freak out over everything and that don't even have the right equipment! I thought I saw Dean and Sam in one episode of one of those shows, Ghost Facers. I figured it was my mind playing tricks on me, that I was thinking of those boys too much, but now I'm almost positive it truly was them.

Learning Dean's secret gave me some sort of hope. Maybe I could get even closer to this Dean character. He seemed so intriguing. Was he as really bad-to-the-bone as the feelings he gives off? I doubted it. It would be exciting to find out that he really has a soft heart. One more thought threatened to stick in the back of my mind as I opened the door to my apartment.

Was there any room in that soft heart for me?

It followed me wherever I went.
I couldn't escape it.
Why? Why would I think that?

I stopped and put my hand on the clammy wall to catch my breath.

I've only known Dean for a day, two at the most.
Why do I care so much about this mysterious figure?
Do I think I can help him?
Why do I assume he needs my assistance?

I grunted as I pulled my heavy trench coat off of my shoulders and set it on the back of my only chair. I sat on the rugged arm and swung my legs so my feet hit the flattened seat cushion. I untied and slipped of my black shoes. Then, I collapsed on my bed. Today was a kind of confusing day.