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As Dean and Castiel got to know each other through their talks, Castiel finally relented, telling a partial truth about his fall.
"I was the guardian angel of a young child, not allowed to physically affect his life, just.. If he were not looking when he crossed the road, I was to make it a near miss, small things to keep him from being injured.. Eventually it got too much for me, to stand idle, never speak to the pure soul.. " he sighed. Looking up at dean, who seemed enraptured by the story.
"you really care about the kid huh? Lucky one then." There was a deep chuckle, and another sigh. "I suppose I'm the lucky one. I fell for the care I felt, and then got tended to." He ruffled the now healed Wing lightheartedly.
Dean chuckled. Leaning back. He'd have to head up soon. Having told his parents that, cas didn't exist, but that he still wanted the basement as his personal den. His mother allowed it, moving his bed and other things down there with his father, (Castiel hid in an old cupboard while this happened.) and they were now sat on his bed, talking about his day at school, among other things.
Dean stood up, stretching. "I'm gonna head up, moms making pie, and I wanna try and convince her to give me two slices, it's apple and damn is it good. "
Castiel chuckled, heading over to the small pile of blankets Dean had set aside for him. The young man had been helping him a little with therapy, after asking his mother how to set a birds wing after it was broken, in order for them to fly again. Lying through his teeth and saying he'd found an injured crow. John had laughed at Dean, but offered to help, with Dean saying he didn't need any.
An hour later and Dean came down again, a plate with two large Alice's of pie, and a bit of lemon whipped cream. He'd taken two forks too, not wanting Cas to use his hands. The angel often used the bathroom downstairs for showers, with Dean covering for him. The angel smiled taking a fork, and digging into the smaller slice, with Dean moaning appreciation for his mothers baking. Earning a deep chuckle from his bedroom companion.