Little Cassie Hood AU

Castiel

Castiel stirred and turned in his bed. The sunshine from the window seeped through, making the bedroom light up. A clap echoed suddenly making Castiel jump. "Good morning!" His mother greeted. She opened up the blinds more.

"Mom..." Castiel whined. "Shut the curtains. The sun hurts my eyes." His mom gave him a look.

"You're not a vampire now are you? No, now get up. I need you to run into town for me." She demanded. Castiel groaned but obliged. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. He ran a hand through his messy hair. His mother sniffed the air and made a face. "When's the last time you had a bath Cassy? You smell like a skunk! Get washed up before you leave, don't want my son to smell." She then left the room.

Castiel frowned and got up. He grabbed a rag from the kitchen. Next he went out to the garden, which was in the back of their house, and grabbed the barrel. He went out to the nearest river and filled up the barrel. He felt eyes on him. He looked around himself cautiously before shrugging.

He took a few buttons off his shirt and took off his pants. He carefully put one leg in at a time. He sat down and cleansed himself in the water with the rag. He heard a snap behind him. He whipped his head around.

"H-Hello?" His gravelly voice echoed through the wood.

He looked around again with a bit of fear. He turned his head back revealing a wolf-like man.

Castiel screamed and covered himself. "W-Who are you?!" The man looked over his features. Castiel's breathing hitched. "Tell me who you are or I swear to God-"

The man put his hands up in defense. "Whoa, whoa! Alright- okay. I'm Dean." Castiel squinted his eyes at him. The man wore a ripped grey t-shirt and baggy pants. He looked pretty normal. They shared a long stare before Castiel realized he had no clothes on. He blushed and tried to cover himself more.

"Can you please turn away, Dean." He said. Dean stared at him confused then realized his situation too.

"Oh- uh- yeah." He turned around as he heard Castiel get out of the barrel. He put back on his clothes.

"Okay. You can look now." Dean turned back around to see Castiel buttoning up his shirt. His clothes were tightened to his skin from the wetness, making him look hot. Dean's ears perked up as he now blushed.

"Hey- so you know my name. I deserve to know yours." Dean said suddenly, making Castiel look at him.

"Castiel Novak, servant." Dean raised an eyebrow at the last part. "It's what I do- or am labeled as." Dean made an 'o' face. "I'm sorry, Dean, I must be leaving. I have... things to attend to." He picked up the barrel and cloth.

"Can you come back tomorrow?" Dean said as he was about to leave. He turned to Dean with a sweet smile.

"Of course." Dean then watched him leave. Castiel walked back to his house, setting down the barrel in the garden. He went in the house, returning the cloth, and got his red cape and shoes on.

His mother had already gone to the farm. He made his way through the empty cottage and walked down the rubble road, basket in his hand. Castiel was greeted by the townsfolk. He walked into the small bakery.

"Hiya Castiel! You've come back for another loaf of bread, aye?" Castiel smiled wider at the young baker, who was passed down the bakery, since his father's unfortunate and unexpected death.

"Yes." Castiel replied with a hearty laugh. The baker smiled as well and fetched the young lad his bread. He placed the bread between the two.

"Want any candy?" He asked with a smirk. Castiel sighed, he tried to do this every time he came.

"No, Gabriel, we've been over this."

"Come on! It's on the house!"

"I took a butterscotch once! Once! And now you've been claiming I owe you another coin!" Gabriel sighed.