Designed in the Dark (Castiel x Reader)

Chapter One

Castiel quickly slipped into his pale caramel trench coat over his bleach white shirt, pants matching. Castiel stepped into his off-white slip-on's, pressing his thumb against the metal barred door, his nostrils filled with sweet pines and morning dew. So refreshing.

The door dinged, sliding itself open. Castiel oceanic eyes swam over the scenery in front of his bland home, the sky scarping tall pine trees, stretching among one-other, the grass dripping with fresh dew, and the orange, yellows and faded out red leaves danced freely in the wind, casually breezing by.

Castiel smiled, his pearly white teeth shyly peering out from his slightly capped lips. Days like these were worth living for.

Castiel steadily glided down the sidewalk, eyeing everything, observing. The long and thin daisies shyly standing up, embracing the powder blue sky slowly draining the sweet cream-golden sun and scattered clouds. Giggling children, skipping among each-other, playing with long twigs. Teenagers circled around each-other, smiles plastered on their faces. Elders slowly strolled by, soft smiles gently drawn on their fragile faces.

Ah, life was simple, easy. Perfect. Your born, you live, get old, then die.

Castiel's strong legs carried swiftly down the mile-less sidewalk, soon finding the end, he took a left, into the enchanting woods, long branches waved to him, dried leaves kissed his dark hair. Inviting Castiel to explore itself.

Castiel's feet gently ruffled the dirt and leaves, his wondrous blue eyes trailing the soil and dead twigs. Castiel didn't even realize two fairly young men walking in his direction. Soon Castiel's shoulder bumped into theirs and he looked up, one taller than the sky with a sharp chin and dimples, the short one with intensely green irises and a strong jawline.

Castiel wasn't afraid of speaking to people, he was just terribly shy. That's why Castiel rather observes, watch the leaves fall, the rain drip down from the rumbling dark clouds to the ground.

"Greetings, I'm Samuel." The tall one spoke, his dimples seem to creep out slightly. He seems as friendly as they come, Castiel thought.

"Greetings Samuel, I'm Castiel." Castiel's raspy voice replied, almost calling attention to his nervousness. Rule A1, always greet your neighbors, friendliness is always the key.

The tall one nudged the shorter one, as a sign for greetings. Castiel could see the semi-tension with their eyes, when they looked at each-other. Hm, tension?

"Greetings," The shorter huffed, slightly annoyed. Hm, not very friendly, odd. "Castiel." Very odd.

"I apologize for my brother, Dean, rude greetings." Samuel looked at Dean scolding, like a mother would scold a boy. Then back at Castiel. "He shall fix his greets soon enough."

"I look forward to it," Castiel nodded slightly, feeling a strange vibe, from these two men. "Samuel and Dean, I bid you good luck today."

Samuel smiled, "As to you Castiel."

Castiel lips arched slightly as he shyly brushed past Samuel and Dean, still feeling that strange vibe. Hm.

Castiel continued his mile-less walk until his inquisitive blue eyes scanned over a small wooden box, dry and old. Castiel should've reported this strange box to Guardian Recovery Unit, but his high curiosity beat him, he looked around making sure that no one was here.

No one in slight. Castiel felt his heart beat hammering in his chest, he was breaking rule number; A12- Never approach nor show an incongruous object until Guardian Recovery Unit (GRU) have examined, inspected and confirmed it. If you approach, contact your nearest GRU and stand by for questioning.