Clipped Wings

[FOUR] Dinner for One

"Hi, Dean." Castiel greeted with a nod, awkwardly exiting the bathroom stall, his hands behind his back.

"Uh, hi." Dean waved, his eyes searching the man's appearance. Castiel was still wearing a wrinkly trench coat and a suit with a blue, backwards tie. His messy, dark hair, though, could only be described as "sex hair." Dean would know, he's woken up with hair like his before.

"I was just... relieving myself. I didn't mean to interrupt you or anything." Castiel explained, his vibrant blue eyes unable to meet Deans'. Castiel shifted on his feet and readjusted his hands like he was holding something behind his back. Dean was curious.

"Uh, yeah, that's what bathrooms are for. But, whatever, it's fine." Dean muttered, eager to change the subject. Castiel nodded, shifting slightly in place.

Dean raised an eyebrow. "So, buddy, what you got there?"

Castiel looked flustered, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.

"Oh, it's nothing... just you know..."

"No... I don't really know."

"It's a sin to lie."

"Uh, yeah, sure. So, ya gonna spill or do I have to kick ya out?"

Castiel sighed, his jaw tightening. He slowly showed what he was hiding behind his back, and to be honest, Dean almost laughed out loud. In his hands, was an opened jar of honey and a half eaten Uncrustable PB&J sandwich.

"Oh, Cas—"

"—I didn't want to get yelled at again for taking food without paying, but I was unfortunately unaware of how hungry you can get without food for an entire day." Castiel explained, his eyes moving back and forth across Dean's face. Castiel didn't want Dean Winchester to be ashamed of him. He felt rather fond of Dean already, even if they only spoke once.

Dean sighed, rubbing his face in his hands. "I dunno what to tell you, Cas— can I call you Cas?"

Castiel nodded, a faint smile forming on his lips.

"Well, okay, Cas. Can you at least tell me why you keep taking food and not paying for it? I mean, are you just a bum who can't afford it? Or are you some cheap ass who gets a kick out of making people's life's more difficult?" Dean asked, intrigued. He really doubted Cas was stealing food just to be a jerk, but from what Dean has dealt with in the past, you are never really sure.

Cas violently shook his head. "No, I'm just unsure of how this life works. I believe, according to a friend I met sleeping in a park, to "make money n get bitches," you have to acquire a job of sorts, but I'm uncertain of how that works. My friend wasn't very helpful in providing information. I'm just very new to these human things."

"Wow, alrighty then." Dean breathed. He was quite certain now that Cas was homeless. A very clueless, innocent, homeless person who may need some mental help. But, he seemed kind at least. And, not to mention, unusually attractive. Shaking his head, Dean pulled out his wallet and took out a 10 dollar bill.

"Here," he said, shoving the bill towards Cas. "Take this and pay for the food you have there. You won't get in trouble this way."

Cas tilted his head slightly, his eyes studying Dean's actions. "You're just... giving me your money?"

"Well," Dean shrugged, "I can't have you go to jail a few days before Christmas Eve because you stole a sandwich. It'd make for a good story, but it'd be kinda shitty."