1996

Sigils

Around midnight, Cas was still sitting on the corner of the bed flipping through tv channels. He couldn't shake his worries for his Dean, hunting wendigos was something they'd done before but Cas always worried. It was harder now, knowing he couldn't pop in and help if he heard Dean pray for his help. He wondered if this was all too big of a risk, what would happen if he went back and Dean's history had been altered too much and Cas had to go even further back to erase it. Luckily, or not, in between commercial breaks Cas heard a loud crash outside.

He went out to investigate and was relieved, and a bit thrilled, to find Dean spray painting behind his motel. It made him smile at how the hand-crafted Archangel vessel was a delinquent teen. Dean was always a rebel but this act was pointless and beautifully human. Just like anyone else.

       Cas grabbed his coat and decided to take his trash out, he walked toward the teen. Dean was currently on the side of a dumpster decorating with two large breasts. Cas laughed a bit, still the same Dean.

      "Not to interrupt but mind if i toss this in?" Cas said, amused as Dean fell on the ground. He must have been pretty zoned out not to have noticed Cas.

     "Uh-hah- yeah. Um, go ahead." Dean blushed when Cas extended his hand. He took it and was suddenly on his feet.

      "Damn, man, you're strong. What're you hiding under that trench coat?" Dean regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth. He was just thankful for the minimal lighting of the parking lot, Cas probably couldn't see how horribly flustered he was.

      Cas said nothing, just put his trash away and began staring at the paint on the dumpster. "Can I ask why here...and why in the first place?"

     "Yeah, uh, no reason. Bored mostly, my dad ditched me and just took my brother."

     "Oh. I'm sorry."

     "It's fine."

     "No it's not, you shouldn't be all alone."

      Dean smiled at that, "Wanna keep me company?"

      Maybe he was a little drunk, sure, and Cas didn't want him going out and getting into fights or sleeping on the street. "Would you like to go get some food?"

      "Nah, I'm okay."

      That was peculiar. Dean was always hungry. "C'mon, my treat."

     With that, Deans green eyes widened and he followed the angel gleefully to the nearest diner. It was a short walk down the road, they spend it in a comfortable silence as Dean smoked a cigarette.

     Dean held the door open for Cas, who was disoriented by the blinding neon lights and bright patterned cushions. He always found it odd how humans decorated differently throughout time, especially in the 80's and 90's. Not long after they sat down did Dean have his head buried in a plate of curly fries.

     "Grease is my favorite food. These fries are enough to make an atheist believe in god," He chuckled as he sipped on a chocolate milkshake. "You're really not hungry?"

     "No, I'm okay." Cas was still a little anxious around the boy now. He'd know Dean for years, but this Dean doesn't know him at all. His Dean understood Cas' awkwardness, but maybe it would scare his younger self off.