The Look Of You (Destiel)

Prologue

Cas' POV

"hey man, you okay?"

I look up in the direction of the voice, tightening my hold on my cup of coins just in case this guy wanted to steal some.
"I'm fine." I say stiffly. I don't trust people. Not after Balthazar.

"You sure? You look like you haven't eaten in a while.. why don't I buy you something to eat?"

The voice sounded gruff and sincere, but.. I dunno.. I haven't eaten in days, maybe I'll let him get me something..
"..okay, I guess I could eat." I shrug, holding onto the wall as I stand, feeling for my cane. I groan and drop my hand. It's gone. Someone must've taken it.

"What are you looking for?" The guy asked.

"My cane.. someone took it." I sigh, straightening myself out and dusting off my dirty clothes.

"Your.. cane..?"

I nod "yes. If you hadn't noticed, I'm blind. So I need my cane to navigate do I don't trip over or run into anything."

He doesnt say anything for a minute so I assume he's gone or just not saying anything so I start to sit back down.

"Hey, I thought we were going to get food?" He asked

I sigh and stand back up "I dont have my cane so I can't really go anywhere."

Next thing I know he links his arm through mine and pulls me against him "that's okay, I'll lead you." He says, his voice over confident, he was probably smirking or something.

I nod a little, not sure if I trust him enough to lead me around but if I want food I don't have much of a choice "okay" I sigh.
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We eat at some diner the guy, whose name I now know is Dean, says has the best burgers in town. We talk alot and I learned he's a tattoo artist who works not far from where he found me. He has a younger brother who's going to Stanford to become a lawyer, and he explained to me what he looked like so I could have a mental image of him.
He has dirty blond hair, green eyes, freckles, tan skin, he about 6'1" and has tattoos on his arms, back, and chest.

After we eat he starts leading me back to wherever I was, we continue talking about our interests and having stupid arguments about little things. This guy is great! We seem to really just, click. I've never had that with anyone besides Balthazar but I can feel that this guy is different.

"Hey, cas, why don't you come live with me? I don't feel comfortable with you just staying on the streets when anyone could just take advantage you."

He wanted me to live with him? What? "..really?" I asked, looking up in his general direction.

"Well, yeah. I get kinda lonely at my place and you need somewhere to stay so why not?" I could feel Dean shrug when he said this.

"I guess I could.. it better than staying out on the streets." I say, worrying that I'm putting too much trust in Dean.

"Great! Let's go" he said, changing the direction we were walking and leading me, hopefully, to his apartment.
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Wee got the prolague out! Hope you'll enjoy this story!