Blue Eyed Stranger [COMPLETE]

Chapter 5: Keanu Reeves

Dean pulls a bitter expression as he downs the last inch of black coffee in his cup. "Ugh." He almost spits, scowling at the cup as he tosses it in a nearby bin.

He was desperate for a coffee and sent one of the office interns to grab some from a local shop. It was a bad decision however, as it was dreadful. Crow-Coffee, never again.

To make matters worse, the heavens had practically opened earlier that day, which concluded in on and off showers. He'd been caught in the heavy downpour that started just before he left work.

Dean hated rain. How poetic people could somehow romanticise it he didn't know. There's nothing sweet or anything about it that can be deemed remotely romantic or soothing in his eyes. It's miserable, depressing, loud... and it makes people wet. What's to love?

He left work late. Only ten minutes late, but that was enough to make him late for his regular bus. He had to wait at the stop in a claustrophobic huddle getting cold before the 6.50 came.

Of course it only made everything worse that the downpour didn't stop and Dean seemed to be the only man without a hooded coat or an umbrella. He's drenched, and he didn't even get a nice coffee out of it.

He doesn't know how much he's yet to complain about his awful hot beverage, but probably a lot for the next week.

Now he was approaching his stop, barely 15 feet away. The post with a bold '7' stands out with a streetlight beaming over a small, covered bus shelter. Dean was relieved to see his stop, he just wanted to be home and out of the rain. This bus couldn't come quick enough.

He gets to the stop and releases a sigh. A sigh of exhaustion maybe, he wasn't sure. All he was sure about was that he needed one peaceful night — no restlessness for one night, he begs himself.

Before he can mentally complain about his shitty sleeping schedule, he's literally pushed out of his thoughts by a side-on, disruptive barge.

A stranger collides into the side of him, physically knocking him sideways. He clenches his jaw as he turns back on his heel, feeling ready to put a fist in somebody (because frankly, that's the type of day he's had — but we all know Dean Winchester wouldn't really punch a stranger!), but he stops. A laminate sheet is coming, soaring at his face, prepared to decapitate him.

He grabs it, knowing Keanu Reaves would be proud for his matrix-style catch, or dodge.

The man it belonged to was crouched, scraping up other laminate sheets. Dean doesn't have time to look at the flyer, or start to yell before the owner looks up making their eyes meet.

It's the blue eyed stranger, his stranger in the trench coat.

— — —

Cas hurtles down the street at about 50mph, if that was humanly possible. Laminated sheets of paper make wobbling noises as he runs, on top of the pitter-patter of the rain bouncing off of them.

It was depressing enough that Cas had a mental breakdown on the park bench earlier this morning, but at least that was expected.

What wasn't foreseen was that after his episode had ended, that it'd rain like there's no tomorrow thereafter. His trench coat didn't have a hood so it wasn't that long until he had a stream running down his back and was soaked through.

Despite that, Castiel Novak loved the rain. Cas can recall many late nights where a dark spell had hit him and all that was left to comfort him was Mittens and the rain. Sometimes listening to pitter-patter causes you to fall into a track of depressive thought. However, he'd listen closely and let the rain sing him a lullaby, playing a little sleep song on his roof at night, as Langston Hughes once wrote. The rain was his sleeping aid in dark times and he felt strong fondness and adoration for it because of that.

But he guesses it's like they say, some people feel the rain, others just get wet.

He was on that bench for a long time that morning, thinking things through. He got to this bench at about 8.05. He doesn't know how long he spent moping at that bench, thinking.

Thinking about what he could do about Crowley and his non-existing job, or more importantly Mittens. The green eyed stranger crossed his mind from time to time too.

He couldn't take action on his job situation yet. He didn't know what he was fighting, or how. It may take him time to understand, but he had that. He also knew that he couldn't do anything about scaring off his green eyed stranger who'd no longer want anything to do with him.

Instead, Castiel head to the local library. Firstly, it was a place to get out of the rain and secondly, it had computers. Cas figured out what to do.

He made a lost poster for Mittens.

'LOST CAT
[photo]
If found and caught - please keep inside and contact me.
If seen - please contact me with location and time.
CALL or TEXT CASTIEL: 07*******33.'

He got permission from the librarian to print off 100 copies of his flyer for a price, she said there's an option to laminate too.

When he left the library in the early afternoon, he was hungry and walked to the new diner where Alfie just got hired, "Cain's".

When he got there, he gave some flyers to Alfie and asked if it was possible for him to pin it up by the window and behind the counter so customers would see it. Alfie said he'd see what he could do.

After he'd eaten, he went out for what he knew would be a long afternoon. He visited almost every shop on every street, giving them a copy and asking them to blu-tac it to a window and offered them money if they did. He didn't spend too much; most people felt sorry for him.

He also strapped his posters to telegraph poles and street lamps, bus stops and bike racks included. Anything really that he could. He purchased sellotape at one of the shops he went to and nearly used the entire roll in the afternoon.

He only made one pit stop at a cafe to drink a crappy coffeee in between his mission ventures.

It was dark when Castiel had almost covered the local town in his posters. He checked the time and he'd missed his normal bus, the one after it and was about to miss the next one too. After that his buses ran hourly. His legs hurt, he was tired and he was soaked through to the core. He didn't want to wait an hour.

His bus stop wasn't too far away, it was at the end of the street. He knew that if he ran he'd make it in time — so he took off with whatever energy he had left.

The stop was in sight and the bus wasn't, so it's a good sign to Cas who's huffing and puffing approaching the bus shelter. He's forgotten about the rain, although it's blinding, and just runs through it.

In his dash, one of his flyers escapes his grasp. He stops in his hurry, spinning on the spot to catch it in the wind before it's taken away and actually grabs it. Now that's probably the best things that's happened to Cas all day - perhaps he could've starred in the matrix.

Continuing his 360 turn, he inconveniently smacks into another human being's hard body. This time all of his remaining copies go flying with no matrix solution to his problem.

Cas scampers the floor and picks up his laminated posters before the wind steals them, not thinking to suddenly apologise until he stands up from his crouched position.

He looks up and locks eye contact with the person he just bashed into.

It's his stranger with the green eyes.