"I don't like it, Dean."
"Yeah, you also don't like burgers."
"It's sketchy, Dean- you don't even know this guy."
"Seriously, what's wrong with burgers?"
"Dean!!" Sam nearly yelled, sighing exasperately. He had been trying to tell Dean all day that the prospect of living with someone you met on Craigslist was a bad idea. Dean, in all of his stubbornness, refused to listen.
"I'm not gonna live with you and Jess." He said. He wouldn't allow his little brother to be the one to watch out for him.
"Just get a better job, then."
Deans jaw squared at that. He'd mentioned it a million times, that Dean should ditch the Car Repair shop.
"You know I won't. I can't."
Sam rolled his eyes. "Dean, there's no money in it! The only reason you even need a roommate is because you won't just sell th-"
"I'm not selling, Sam!" He yelled, drawing the attention of half the restaurant. They'd agreed to meet Deans illusive roommate here - he still hadn't showed.
Sam sighed. He'd crossed the line, telling Dean to sell the shop. It was all Dean had left of their - his - father.
"Dean, I'm sorry. I just want what's best for you-"
"That's not for you to decide-"
"- And I don't think this is a good idea."
He finished, ignoring Deans interjection.
"I guess I'm supposed to be meeting you then."
Sam and Dean both turned to see who the gravelly voice belonged to. It was a tall, maybe six foot man, with tousled dark brown hair and ethereal blue eyes. Dean was confused for a moment, then he realized; this was his roommate-to-be.
Sam's face blazed red, and he turned around immediately. Dean let only a slight flush break out across his face before regaining composure. He got up, and extended his hand for a handshake.
"You must be Castiel. I'm Dean." He greeted, flashing his very own trademark smile, the type that sent girls swooning.
Castiel seemed unaffected. He walked up to Sam, and said, "I can assure you, I will do your friend here no harm."
Sam's face reddened even further, and he coughed before speaking. "N-no, I didn't think that, I just- sorry." Sam was almost disturbed by how intense Castiels gaze was, and how serious he sounded.
Dean cleared his throat, gaining Castiel and Sams' attention.
"Brothers, not friends. Sam was just leaving." He said, turning to Sam.
Sam rolled his eyes, getting up and dragging a protesting Dean to the door. Whispering, he said, "Dean, this guy's..." He turned to look at the man, only to find him staring at them. "... He's weird, Dean."
Dean shook off his younger brothers hand. "Just go, Sam." His voice held a tone of finality.
Sam shook his head, apparently having given up. "Just tell me how it goes, ok?" He didn't wait for a reply. He simply left the restaurant.
With Sam gone, Dean walked over to the strange man, 'Castiel.'
"Sorry, he's a bit of a bitch."
Castiel nodded and sat down, which Dean found peculiar. He stood in confusion for a moment, before sitting across from him in the booth.
"I apologize for being late, there was an incident." Castiel said.
"It's fine, better late th-"
Castiel interrupted him. "There was a woman - I ran over her cat. She was very upset." His intense gaze drifted to the table, as of he was replaying it in his head.
Dean blinked, stunned by the declaration. "I - You- you ran over a lady's cat?"
"Yes, a calico." He replied. He saw the surprise on Deans face, and stuttered out, "T-The cat's fine, the veterinarian said he sustained minimal injuries."
"That's good, I guess." He replied, still stunned. Maybe Sam was right; this guy was a little loopy.
Castiels brow furrowed, and he leaned forward. "If you're having doubts about being my roommate, please voice them."
Dean felt bad for having all ready judged the man, but he had apt reason.
"It's just Sam, my brother he... He doesn't think this is a good idea."
Castiel frowned. "Why not? I'm in need of a roommate, so are you. Neither of us can pay for an apartment alone. It's a symbiotic relationship."
Dean raised his eyebrows. When he put it like that, it sounded pretty simple.
"Symbiotic, huh?"
"Yes," Castiel started, nodding, "A relationship in whi-"
"Yeah, yeah. I know." Dean said, cutting him off.
"It's a two bedroom, right?" He asked, taking a bite of the food that had grown cold.
"Yes, one bathroom, a living room, single kitchen." He thrummed the description easily, as if he had practiced that.
"Great." Dean said, finishing off the last of his fries.
Castiel frowned in confusion.
"Uh- does that mean- you'll take it?" He asked, seeming surprised.
"Yeah." He replied simply, swiping nonexistent dust off his pants. He didn't want to have to go into details, or even really think about it. If he did, he probably would take Sam's side.
"You don't want to ask me any questions or-"
For the umpteenth time that day, Dean cut someone off. "No. Like you said - we both need a roommate, right?" He looked at Castiel. "So let's do it."
Castiel considered this, then nodded slowly. "All right."
