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Castiel Novak has always been alone, not in the physical way, but in the way that you can feel like you’re the only person on earth when you’re in a room full of people. Growing up as the youngest child with 4 siblings, a mother no one knew who were and a father that were never there, it wasn’t easy for him.
But even though he grew up in a hard environment, too much heart was always Castiel’s problem. Maybe that’s why his older brothers Michael and Lucifer would always tease him to the point where it almost were harassment; because they knew Castiel always would forgive them, they knew just how much Castiel loved them. But why shouldn’t he love them? How could he ever stop loving them? They were his family and families are important. “Family doesn’t end with blood.” That’s a saying Castiel never understood, not until he met Dean Winchester.
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“Hi! You need a ride, buddy?” The man grinning at Castiel looked like a normal guy in Castiel's eyes, though it was hard getting a good look when he was sitting in his car. The car looked like an Impala, probably an old one, too. But Castiel had never cared much for cars while growing up, and it is as they say; "you can't teach an old dog new tricks". Not that Castiel was old in any ways, he was a normal 22 year old man. Blue eyes, black hair, medium built, medium height, he wouldn't consider himself pretty or anything like that, just plain and normal.
"Uh, no, I don't think so. I'm good, but thanks anyway." The man moved a little inside of the car, leaned a little closer to the window and the streetlight hit his face with a soft yellow beam, and Castiel caught a glimpse of something in the man's eyes. Disappointment, maybe? No, not disappointment, more like acceptance.
"That's alright, can't trust everyone you meet nowadays, can you? You shouldn't be walking on the road in the middle of the night, though, it's not the safest thing to do, you know."
"Yes, I know, a lot of deers get hit by cars when they do that." That made the man laugh for some reason. It wasn't ment as a joke, just a statement, something to say to confirm what the man had already said. But the laughter made the man's eyes brighten a little bit, making them look like emerald, even in the bad light. It was beautiful, it truly was, it even made Castiel almost regret turning down the man's offer, but just almost, Castiel wasn't the type to just jump into random strangers cars. And deffinetly not the strangers he meet in the middle of the night, even Castiel could see how many ways that could go wrong.
"Well, I'll be off then. Take care, man, and don't turn into a deer or anything."
"I don't think that's possible, humans are very bad at changing themselves into animals." The laughter. Again. Followed by the emerald green eyes, that made Castiel once again almost regret saying no. If someone could ever make Castiel hitch-hike then that man sure was this 'someone'. Castiel let out a tired sigh, thanked the man one more time, before turning away and started on the way home.
It was a cold night, and Castiel had not much more than his old worn-out trenchcoat to keep himself warm. The coat was a gift from his sister, Anna, the only thing he had as a memory of her. She had died a few years past, "a muggery gone wrong" the policemen said. More like a murder investigated by a bunch of assbutts, Castiel thought to himself, they didn't even bother to question her ex, even though everybody told them he had threatened her when she left him. Another sigh parted from Castiel's lips as he walked on a lonely road, on a cold night, thinkning of everything he has every lost, everything he has ever desired and everything that has ever been taken away from him. Suddenly the thought of taking a ride with the stranger seemed like the best thing he could ever choose to do. If he was lucky then maybe the man turned out to be a mugger, and maybe if he was even luckier this would turn out to become a "muggery gone wrong", too. But the stranger and his old Impala were gone, and Castiel was alone on the road hours from home.