The Angel and The Righteous Man {Destiel- DeanxCastiel}

Chapter 1: Jimmy

I heard the familiar whoosh and flutter from behind me, making me jump as usual. Why was the pesky angel always appearing behind me? Whatever, I thought as I shook my head.

"Dammit Cas!" I said without much conviction, turning to shoot him a faux-glare. Castiel was already staring at me with that wide eyed, deer in headlights expression of his. He was standing just inside the door of my bedroom in the bunker, clad in his typical tan trench coat and suit, dark brown hair fluffed up from his flying. The guy had a serious case of permanent sex hair going on.

"Hello dean," Cas said with a small smile. It reached his eyes as they slowly began to scan the room. "I haven't been in here yet," he stated with the trademark tilt of his head.

I looked around the room, stretching my arms wide, "Mi casa, sous casa," I said with a grin.

Cas tilted his head a little further, a confused and slightly surprised look on his face. "I didn't know you could speak Spanish," he said.

I chuckled. "I can't," I winked playfully, turning to finish folding my clean T-shirts, still warm from the dryer. They didn't range much in colour, mostly greys, black, and white. But at least half of them sported rock band logos on the front; AC/DC, Led Zeppelin, Queen, Bon Jovi... there was quite an assortment. I had at least one from each of my favourite bands. It's the one thing I had been able to hang on to after all these years on the road. That and the Impala.

Cas slowly moved farther into the room, his footsteps sounding uncertain. His eyes roamed around the room again, this time with a little more curiosity. I watched him from the corner of my eye as he stepped towards the wall that held some of my favourite and more precious weapons. His fingers came up to lightly caress the blade that made it back from Purgatory with me. I cringed a little, remembering that hell-adjacent place, and the time that I had thought I left Castiel for dead. Of course, that had been my brain rewiring itself to make me think it had been me that left him there. Really, he had chosen to stay in order to give me a better chance of making it out. Another moment Cas had sacrificed it all, for me. How long was that list going to get?

I let myself remember all those days, desperately searching for my guardian angel, with Benny at my side. Fighting, hacking, killing, running, needing to get to him- to save him and get out of there. I remember the relief when we finally entrapped a creature that knew Castiel's whereabouts. Stumbling out onto that stream bed to see Castiel, wiping clean water onto his dirty, bearded face. I remembered wondering, 'angels can grow beards?' as I had pulled him into my arms. When I pulled away, with those piercing blue eyes staring into mine, I had felt okay, despite still being trapped in purgatory. Like everything would be alright because we'd found him.

I shook myself out of my thoughts as Cas moved around the room to gently pick up the picture on my bedside table. The picture of the my mom and I. I was smiling happily with her arms wrapped around me and her head resting on my shoulder. I could feel the sad smile on my face as Cas turned to look at me, that sadness reflected in his own eyes. I quickly turned back to the pile of clean shirts, picking them up to toss them into the dresser drawer.

"I am impressed with how neat and organized your room is, Dean." Cas said to my back. Did I sense a hint of amusement?

I turned back to scoff at him, "Pfft, just because I'm a man doesn't mean I'm a slob, Cas." I grabbed the other pile of clean pants off of the bed, placing them in the dresser as well. "Besides, this is the first time I've had my own room since I was, like, 6 years old... it's nice." I said with a little sigh of happiness.

"I'm very glad the men of letters created this place, and that you and Sam were able to find it. You two deserve to have a place to call home, more so than any humans I've ever met," Cas paused, his face masked with seriousness and something else I couldn't quite identify. "I mean it Dean," he said, meeting my eyes. We were staring at each other again. I knew it, but I couldn't look away either.