Don't Tell Sammy

Chapter 7: The Knocking

When they finished the pizza, Cas went to rinse out the glasses, while Dean took the pizza box with him on his trip out to the car. There was a dumpster in the parking lot, and another around the side of the building, signs up reminding them of so on every floor, plus it was one of the bits of information they were given by Harri as she gave them the tour.

The glasses didn't need much other than being rinsed out with warm water, which was a good thing since the cleaning things were still being brought up. Cas got to use one of the new dish towels from the drawer again to dry them and put them away, and he replaced the towel hanging from the door of the cupboard below the sink where Dean had put it when rinsing the glasses after unboxing them earlier.

Now alone in a furnished but not particularly position-perfected apartment, Cas began to wander around as he waited for Dean to get back. He went over to the raised living area and ran his hand across the sofa. Soft. He sat down on it. Comfortable. And the ping pong table, behind it ... looked good there.

The mirror for the wall was on the floor, but Dean had made a quick stop in driving today to get the right tools they'd need to hang the mirrors and hang the TV. The bracket for the TV came with it, but the screws to fix it to the wall and the tools to do that didn't.

He made his way to the bedroom. The night stands had been left by the closet, but the bed was in position against the wall in the obvious place it was supposed to be due to the plug sockets on the wall either side of it. The mattress had been put on the bed like it was supposed to be, he mirror on top. Castiel decided he may as well move the night stands while he was here, so he put them both in place, and then decided to go and get the lamps for them which had all been placed on the coffee table. He realized, stupidly, as he carried the lamps, they'd forgotten to get bulbs. It was a good thing they didn't need to buy bulbs for the rest of the lights, all of which were imbedded into the ceiling.

They key to the glass doors in the bedroom was already in the lock, like the one in the main room had been. He turned it and let himself outside, wandering across the balcony. It was early evening and the air had an odd smell and a warmth to it, all of it welcome. From the balcony, he could see the pool, off to the left and many stories below. There was just one person out there, sitting on the edge and dangling their legs in the water.

The outdoor furniture looked good. It wasn't positioned correctly, but it looked good. The hanging chairs were side by side with the outdoor table next to them, which Castiel decided needed to be fixed at once. They'd discussed their positioning when in the store, so Castiel decided to right that, getting the table set in the middle of the balcony with the chairs at it, and a hanging chair either side. There.

When he went back inside via the main room's glass door, Dean was placing another bag on the counter.

'There you are,' Dean joked. 'Check it out,' he added gesturing the sofa, which now had a large box leaning against it.

'When did that come?' Castiel asked, confused as he'd only been wandering around for five minutes.

'The guy got in the elevator at the ground floor when I was coming up from the parking lot. He dropped it off and left. What were you doing outside?'

Castiel shrugged.

'Exploring,' he answered. 'I positioned the furniture out there. In the bedroom, too.'

'I got the trash cans out of the car and one of the other bags. I'll just go down for the other one and you can unpack these.'

'There's another?' Castiel asked.

'The store wasn't busy and I had a basket to fill. Shoot me, I bought a lot of shit. We can put whatever we don't eat in the cupboards. Our very first food here.'