The silence of the car was stifling.
If there was ever a moment Dean felt awkward, it would be now.
Castiel, on the other hand, seemed quite content with the quiet, the faintest ghost of a smile on his face.
"We could go now."
"W- now?"
"Yes, now."
And so here he was, Dean Winchester, in the passenger seat of a car that had recently hit a calico.
Soon, though it seemed not soon enough, Castiel stopped.
Dean inspected the apartment complex.
The grass was dull green, the building itself a muted blue. It seemed nice enough. From the outside, at least.
"I talked to the landlord earlier today, he gave me the keys."
"Just... gave them to you?"
"Well, I told him I'd found someone to share rent with."
They approached the door, apartment 221. Castiel unlocked the door, walking in ahead of Dean, who followed suit.
Dean inspected the apartment. The kitchen was small and cramped, a gas stove beside an old fridge. The living room was less of a room than it was a futon couch facing a small box TV pressed against the wall. The furniture was sparse, the walls bare and stained in certain places.
"I already brought my stuff over, but I didn't move anything in, just in case you didn't-" he chuckled, not finishing his sentence.
Dean nods, seeing the few boxes beside the couch. He walks down the small hallway between the living room and kitchen. Two doors across from each other lead to the bedrooms, between them another leads to the bathroom.
"I-I thought you'd want first pick, also." Castiel said, craning his neck from where he stood to watch Dean.
"Thanks." Upon inspecting, Dean realized both rooms were identical, excepting a small window in the left room. Each had a twin bed pressed against the corner of the room, a small dresser across from it.
He walked back to Castiel.
"It looks all right." He said, hands at his hips, doing another once over of the living room.
"D-does that mean you'll...?" Castiel asked, slightly frowning.
For someone who had all ready moved his things in and gotten the keys, he seemed pretty uncertain.
Dean nodded, smiling. "Yeah, I mean, I don't see why not."
Castiel smiled as well, beaming at the news.
"I'll call my brother, ask him to bring my stuff."
He did, and moments later, Sam came with a few boxes and a duffel containing Deans clothes.
"You're sure about this, Dean?"
He sounded even more concerned than before.
Dean rolled his eyes.
"Yes, Sam. I'm a big boy, I can handle myself, all right?"
Sam sighed. "Just call me if you need anything, yeah?"
"Yeah, yeah." Dean took his things, and Sam left.
By that afternoon, both Dean and Castiel were completely moved in.
