Time to Turn in

Castiel decided that he needed to rest and a place to stay. He managed to get some fake credit cards as Dean and Sam had, although he wasn’t sure he would be good at this. He hoped he would be, but at the same time...he knew that he was a terrible liar. Even so he knew he couldn’t stay at the Men of Letters ALL the time. He had to move around, and help the angels, and see what he could do. He was also hiding from some of the angels since more then a few really wanted his head. At least...it seemed that way to him.

Castiel went to the lobby of a hotel nearby. He decided he was going to check it out and try one of the credit cards. As he entered he heard someone talking. He turned to listen for a moment. The man was tall, and skinny and he was on the phone. He wondered if that was Garth, the hunter Dean told him about. He wasn’t very sure. He listened to the conversation.

Finally, he walked over to the man, “Excuse me....are you a hunter?” Castiel asked softly so that others would’t hear them. The last thing he needed to do was to scare the civilians. Not that Castiel was much of a hunter, but even so.... now that he was human, he had to be careful in what he spoke about in front of the other humans. It was really odd being the odd one out now.

Castiel nodded to Garth, “Hello Garth, I have heard lots about you,” he said as he continued to approach him. He extended his hand to shake Garths. “My name is Castiel...” he said to him. “I am...” he hesitated, “A friend of Sam and Dean Winchesters.” he said. He realized Garth would in fact know who they were being that he helped them out more then a few times.

Castiel was a bit nervous mostly because he was getting used to knowing people. He wasn’t exactly the sociable type. He was more the, stay at home in the quite room type. Sam and Dean helped bring him out just a little bit. Cas remembered a time where he would wait on the side of the road, all evening just for Dean to call him. He would wait and wait, and then finally...Dean would call. Still though, as an angel it didn’t matter where he waited.

“So, how long have you known Sam and Dean?” Castiel asked realizing just how badly he was at making small talk with strangers. He shrugged knowing he was failing miserably. He hoped Garth didn’t mind. It was something Cas would have to get used to he supposed.

He watched the lobby. Everyone was coming and checking in. Some were going to the bar, some were going to the restaurant. It was at that moment he realized he was a bit hungry, but didn’t have much to spend, even on the credit card. He knew he had to learn to get by somehow unless he wanted to wind up staying at the Men of Letters for the rest of his life and never leaving. That much...he didn’t want to do. He needed ot socialize a little at least.

Castiel smiled a bit at Garth, and he appreciated that Garth was friendly. He wondered if Garth heard about anything he had done, “Thank you Garth, the feeling is the same,” he said to him honestly. He knew of Garth, just from hearing about him. He had no problem making a new friend one that he knew was friends with Sam and Dean. All he knew was he wanted Sam and Dean to trust him again. He hoped after everything, they had.

“Wait...Becky was feeding Sam, love potion?” Castiel asked. He hadn’t heard about that one, or maybe he had. He couldn’t remember either way. He remembered that Becky was the weird fan girl from Chuck’s books. He knew that Sam and Dean had encounters with her, even when they were hanging around Chuck. He had no idea that she fed Sam a love potion though. He wondered where he was during that case. He was probably out with the angels, or even Crowley. He wasn’t even sure, or maybe he was dead still.

“Yes, I was sad to hear about Bobby,” Castiel cleared his throat. He felt horrible about Bobby truthfully. He felt that Bobby dying was his fault because he brought the Leviathans to Earth. He knew that deep down Sam and Dean both blamed him for that. Although he wouldn’t ask them. Not ever. He hoped Garth didn’t pick up on his acting. Castiel never was a good liar.

“Sam and Dean are on a case I believe,” he didn’t want to tell Garth Sam was in the hospital. He wanted to make sure it was alright with Dean first. He was going to check with Dean on everything. “I am here because I needed a place to stay. I used to just wait, but since I am human now I needed shelter.” he said honestly wondering if Garth knew about what happened to him.

Castiel listened to Garth tell the story of what happened with Sam. He hadn’t heard about that. He figured that Sam and Dean met Becky but he didn’t know anything had happened. “At the time, I was busy with the war in Heaven,” he said quietly. It was true. That was also when Cas had started working with Crowley but he didn’t want to go there again. He just shrugged and looked away for a moment.

Castiel sighed a bit when Garth asked him about holding up as a human. He nodded, “I became human,” he said simply. “I was indeed an angel, but now I am human, as Metatron took my grace...” he didn’t want to get into the whole thing although he knew Garth would probably ask. He shrugged a bit. The thing was, he didn’t want to explain to everyone what was happening. He knew Garth was friends with Sam and Dean though.

“It has everything to do with the angels falling,” Casitel said honestly. With a sigh he shook his head. “The angels fell because of me,” he turned around. “That is all you need to know.”

Although he knew Dean would probably kick him in the ass for blaming himself. He wanted more then anything not to blame himself but he couldn't help it. It seemed he was always listening to the wrong people at the wrong time even if his intentions were good.

Castiel listened to Garth for a minute. He hardly knew the hunter but was already liking him a bit. The thing was, Garth didn’t seem to be pushy. He also knew that Castiel did something but he was curious and it seemed Cas would have to explain the situation, the full situation eventually. “You’re not prying,” he said honestly. “I just...its a long story,” he said. He didn’t feel like going over the whole thing now and finding out another hunter may hate him. That much he knew. He didn’t really know Garth well and didn’t want to go into explanations.

“My soul intention was not to make them fall. I actually wanted to close Heaven off to Earth.” he explained. “I had thought I was doing the angel trials....like I said, a long story...” he said with a sigh.

“A...Sunday?” he asked thinking of it in the wrong way “Today is not Sunday, and I do not believe you can buy one?” he was confused then he realized what Garth meant. It was an ice cream snack. “Oh, that Sundea,” he realized now. “I have...never had one before...” he said “Best-eset of friends?” Castiel asked softly. Castiel never considered anyone besides Dean a best friend but then again...he wasn’t sure he made friends the way he should have. The one friend he did have he screwed over and he was afraid of doing that again...

Castiel listened to Garth and nodded a bit, “Um, okay...” he said agreeing with what Garth was saying. Although he still blamed himself for everything that happened. He let Garth continue to talk before he said anything. He could tell why Dean and Sam were sometimes....not into what Garth had to say, although this time, Castiel was intensely listening. He decided he liked Garth. Still, he had to be careful. He knew in the end, this could be a trap. Then again...Garth seemed pretty innocent.

“Okay...” Castiel said as Garth explained what being best friends meant. Castiel was a bit confused. He only knew this man a few moments, and now he wanted to be best friends. It would take a bit more then just this conversation to proove that they were best friends. Castiel was closest with Dean then anyone and he hoped Garth would understand that. Sam too... they couldn’t help it. They had a profound bond.

“It was about who I trusted Garth.... thats what the problem was. I trusted the wrong people, once again...” he sighed. He knew everyone would tell him not to blame himself. He didn’t have to listen to it. He would always blame himself for everything he had done up until now. He couldn’t help it and didn’t have much of a choice.

The waitress came over and Castiel pointed at a couple of choices on the menu. He figured he may as well try them. He knew he looked miserable. He couldn’t help it. He felt like he was going to be in everybody’s way now with him loosing his powers and everything. He sighed staring at the silverwear for a moment. He was trying not to make it obvious, but he was still somewhat hearing angel radio, although it wasn’t as bad as when he first heard it. He heard two words coming from it "Find Castiel...." it was his own brothers talking about finding him. He looked towards the window with a terrified look on his face. He didn't know what his brothers would do to him should they find him.