(Castiels' POV)
Living with Dean Winchester wasn't so bad. That is, if you understood the basic fundamentals of his personality.
Dean was a womanizer - and a good one, at that.
Castiel didn't mind the first couple of nights, bringing tipsy, busty blondes through the door and watching them leave the next morning.
Until it became a weekly practice.
Long, loud nights and lingerie.
He had made plans to confront Dean about this, but those had failed.
"You, uh... you bring lots of.. lots of girls over."
"What, you jealous?"
"N-no, I ju-"
"Hey, just because I can get some and you can't - "
Yeah.
Dean liked pie. No, Dean loved Pie.
Apple, Peach, Strawberry Rhubarb. It didn't seen to matter what flavor or what form it was in, or what was in it, for that matter. Pie was pie.
"Do you read the labels at all? Look at all these chemicals."
"Nah, I don't read that. I read "pie." The rest is all just "blah blah blah." "
Castiel was nearly disturbed by the sheer amount of pie that this man could consume.
The last was the plaid.
Castiel didn't think a particular pattern or clothing could bother him so much, but it did. It really did.
"So do you ever wear anything else besides plaid?"
"Why should I?"
"..."
"What, am I getting fashion advice from Mister Dirty Trench Coat?"
"At least I don't look like a lumberjack."
Last, and probably least severe of all Castiels' grievances was the music.
He'd never been a fan of rock music, or any kind of music, really. Occasionally he would play himself classical music to focus, but other than that, nothing.
Now, Dean on the other hand...
"D-dean, would you mind turning that down?"
"Huh?"
"Please turn it down."
"It's Led Zeppelin!"
"Wha- who?"
"Dude."
But, all in all, living with Dean wasn't all that bad. Sure, sometimes he was a little behind on the rent, or blasted his music through out the whole apartment and the next, but otherwise, he was a great roommate.
(Deans POV)
Castiel wasn't too hard a guy to share an apartment with. He kept to himself mostly. He was quiet and polite.
Of course, he did question Deans wardrobe,
"That's a lot of plaid, Dean."
"You're a lot of plaid!"
"That made no sense, Dean."
His choice in music,
"I don't understand why you listen to this. I-its just screaming."
"Dude, it's Metalica."
"You know very well I have no idea what that is."
and the amount of pie he ate.
"That's - What is that, the sixth pie I've seen in this fridge this week?"
"Fifth."
"Sixth."
But Sam had, too.
Along with a few of the girlfriends (a short lived romance, knowing Dean) he'd had in the past.
Over all, Castiel was a pretty great roommate.
