Destiel One Shots

8- Homeless AU

Third Person's P.O.V.

    Dean has just got out of his uncle Bobby's repair shop. He's been working there for a while now.

    He's about to get in his black 1967 Chavy Impala, when he spots some teenagers kicking someone. Dean couldn't tell what the person looked like, but he speeds walks towards the three teens.

               "Hey! Get the hell away!" He shouts at the teenagers, they turn around to see Dean walking towards them. The teens look at each other, then scatter off quickly.

    Dean jogs the short distance to the person lying on the floor. He sees that it's a male, black hair. His clothes are ripped and dirty. He's very thin, like he hasn't ate in a very long time.

    The man in curled up into a ball, shaking and crying. His hands are covering his face.

    Dean kneels down in front of this man and puts a hand on his shoulder. The man flinches and whimpers.

              "Hey.." Dean says in a soft voice, "I'm not gonna hurt ya."

    The man moves his hands away from his hands slowly, fear still noticeable in his eyes, which are a beautiful blue. His face is also dirty, only clean where the tears had made their way down his cheeks. Also has a some peach fuzz.

               "Hey, blue eyes." Dean smiles, "I'm Dean."

               "I-I'm Castiel." His says in a deep, shaky voice.

               "C'mon, let's get you up and at 'em." Dean says. Castiel nods and Dean helps him up.

      Castiel almost falls to the floor when he tries to stand on his own. Before he could hit the floor, two strong arms are wrapped around him.

               "I'm guessing you don't have anywhere to go?" Dean says, more like a question than a statement. Castiel looks down and shakes his head sadly.

               "No, I don't... Haven't for a while.." Castiel says sadly. Dean nods.

               "Can you walk?" Dean asks, Castiel nods slightly.

               "Yes, I think so." Castiel says, "Why?"

               "Because I'm taking you home."

               "But I don't have a home, Dean." Castiel says, looking at Dean with his head tilted to the side and squinted eyes.

              "To my home, Cas." Dean says, moving one of Castiel's arm to be around his shoulder. When they get to Baby, Castiel stops him from opening the door and leans against it.

              "No, Dean. It's too much for me to receive. Thank you for yelling at the assbutts." Castiel says, Dean smiles at the last word he says.

              "You, are coming to my house, Cas. You can take a shower, I'll make you dinner and you'll stay the night, tomorrow I'll give you breakfast and you can leave, okay? Okay." Dean says, answering himself and gently moving Castiel to the side.

     Dean opens the door and helps Castiel in. He doesn't like seeing people without homes.

     Dean takes off his jacket and drapes it over Castiel, who almost immediately snuggles into it. He closes the door then goes to the other side and gets into the driver's seat.

    He looks over at Castiel and his eyes are closed. His chest rising and lowering at a steady pace, cuddling his jacket.

      Dean smiles and looks down at his keys. He takes Baby's key and slide it into the ignition. He turns the key away from him and she turns on with a loud pur, which doesn't wake Castiel up.