The Fall

The Fall

Castiel:  

 Gabriel’s  tan Pinmobile scraped against the curb as he parked it. Across the street was a shoddy three-story apartment complex with a sign stating proudly “Heaven Apartments,” though to be perfectly honest, it seemed to Cas pretty far from heaven. Next door was a sleazy motel. They had parked the car in front of a vacant lot. There were a lot like it in this part of town, all bound up by tangled chain link fences and rusted “no trespassing” signs. Daisys grew from the rough gravel, some of which were choked out by clumps of thistle or fluffy yellow dandelions. Still, blooming from such an eyesore, the flowers were quite beautiful.

Cas forced a smile onto his face for the sake of his brother, but he knew how artificial it looked. Oh well, he thought, if Gabe could tell, at least he would know that Cas was trying. He didn’t seem to notice, though, so it didn't matter.

Parked in the lot out front of the motel was the most interesting array of cars he’d almost ever seen. There was one car with two bashed in windows, one of which was covered in a tarp, the other with zebra duct tape, one sketchy white van, and a black one that was quite possibly the most beautiful car he’d ever seen. It looked old, but surprisingly well manicured for its age. He found himself unable to look away from it for some reason. Then, he realized that realized there were people inside, two of them, and that he had been staring.

One was a kid, scrawny, with long limbs and floppy brown hair. He seemed to be carrying a stack of thick books. Cas squinted to make out the other, but a moment later, he stepped out of the Car, and Castiel was able to get a good look at him.

He was tall, with short messy hair, and a vivid smile. Castiel wasn't very close to them, but he could see the smile on the older one's face. He looked like he might be the younger kid’s brother. Castiel realized then that he was staring. Again. It was rude. He was about to drop his gaze when the older of the two waved in his direction. Cas froze. Was he waving for him?

Gabriel waved back, and Cas exhaled in relief. of course he wasn't waving to Cas, why would he be? He wasn’t sure if he was ready to meet anyone new just yet, he was only just warming up to this place. Gabe shouted something, and the two across the street came bounding over.

When they finally came to a halt in front of Gabriel’s beat up vehicle, Gabe introduced them. They were brothers, Sam and Dean Winchester.

“Nice to meet you,” Said the younger brother politely, extending his hand. Cas shook it stiffly and nodded. Dean cocked one eyebrow and winked at Cas suggestively. Castiel lowered his gaze, clearly embarassed.

"I'm Dean," He said cockily. Cas did not reply, instead he went back to the car to get some of his stuff from the backseat. Gabriel and Dean contnued to chat each other up, and cas just pretended to be preoccupied with something in his brother's glove compartment.

The younger brother, Sam, or sammy as his brother called him affectionately kept tring to catch his eye. Cas elected to ignore it.

Once Castiel was sure that they had left, he went back over to Gabriel so that they could move things along.

“Can you unlock the trunk, my boxes are back there,” Castiel said flatly.

“Sure thing little bro,” Gabriel said, reaching again for his keys, “What do you think of the neighbors?” He asked. Cas shrugged passively, and Gabriel rolled his eyes. “I’ll be sure to tell them that, I’m sure they’ll be flattered,” he added sarcastically as he opened the trunk.

“Thank you again, for taking me in Gabriel, I appreciate it.” Castiel said sheepishly.

“Not a problem, dork,” Gabriel replied lightheartedly, “And you can just call me Gabe, Gabriel sounds so stiff. No offense to you, but I prefer to keep the stick out of my ass.” He paused, expecting a laugh from his little brother at the poorly executed joke, but Cas didn’t deliver. He shrugged it off, reaching into the back end of the car to pull out a few of Cas’ boxes. There were only four of them, so it really didn’t take too much effort.