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Post by Chuck Shurley on Oct 7, 2013 4:41:26 GMT -5
It was a bright morning, one of those mornings you turn your head away from and groan when the light streams through your window and harasses your eyelids to open, and you groan and protest for just another five more minutes, which is exactly what Chuck did when awakening finally became a reality. He rolled over with a mumble and yawned against the beige pillow, warm and comfortable and he hated getting out that feeling. He finally opened his eyes when he noted he’d rolled onto Castiel’s side of the bed, and it was vacant. Sure, he’d snuggled a little in his sleep, he does that, he gravitated towards body heat when he slept because he was so unused to sharing his bed. Not like he’d had a girlfriend too often so, it wasn’t something he got to do a lot. He wasn’t really aware of his slumber snuggling habits and even if he was, he guessed Cas wouldn’t mind too much, being that he didn’t understand human behavior fully yet.
At least last night hadn’t been broken sleep, for either of them, maybe the company was reassuring, and in Castiel’s case he was probably just happy to be sleeping comfortably and warm, indoors somewhere. Sometimes Chuck remembered there were a good few things we took for granted that you barely realized until you were completely down and out, and down and out was exactly where Castiel was. The Ex-angel was now completely reliant on Chuck for everything wasn’t he? Chuck was offering him food, shelter, support, and Cas really didn’t have anything to pay him back with yet. The point was, Chuck didn’t care about being paid back, because Chuck needed the company, and he was very used to paying for company.
He rolled back towards the window, and the rest of the room and stretched himself as he looked over to the figure blocking some of the light streaming in through the window, and was thankful to find it was Castiel’s silhouette that greeted him. He yawned a second time and stretched his tiny frame out under the sheets, a few of his limbs clicking from being still all night and offering a satisfying pop as they realigned and readied for action.
“Morning, Cas…”
It wasn’t early morning, thankfully, Chuck was never an early riser, but it was early enough to start considering breakfast. There was a waffle house just down the road and that’s where Chuck had been frequenting since he got here. Maybe later he’d take a trip to the grocery store and buy something for lunch, something a little bit healthier than fast food for them both, but this morning was most certainly a coffee and waffles situation.
“I was thinking coffee and waffles. There’s a waffle house just down the road…”
and they did the best sausage waffle supreme, you wouldn't believe it! Although first he’d have to get Castiel through the process of ‘morning’, including washing his face, getting dressed, probably shaving, and general bodily maintenance that was needed to be presentable to the public eye. Chuck was scruffy but at least he didn’t exactly look like a Hobo every time he stepped outside. Rough around the edges was an acceptable look, but Castiel was starting to push that description.
At least last night hadn’t been broken sleep, for either of them, maybe the company was reassuring, and in Castiel’s case he was probably just happy to be sleeping comfortably and warm, indoors somewhere. Sometimes Chuck remembered there were a good few things we took for granted that you barely realized until you were completely down and out, and down and out was exactly where Castiel was. The Ex-angel was now completely reliant on Chuck for everything wasn’t he? Chuck was offering him food, shelter, support, and Cas really didn’t have anything to pay him back with yet. The point was, Chuck didn’t care about being paid back, because Chuck needed the company, and he was very used to paying for company.
He rolled back towards the window, and the rest of the room and stretched himself as he looked over to the figure blocking some of the light streaming in through the window, and was thankful to find it was Castiel’s silhouette that greeted him. He yawned a second time and stretched his tiny frame out under the sheets, a few of his limbs clicking from being still all night and offering a satisfying pop as they realigned and readied for action.
“Morning, Cas…”
It wasn’t early morning, thankfully, Chuck was never an early riser, but it was early enough to start considering breakfast. There was a waffle house just down the road and that’s where Chuck had been frequenting since he got here. Maybe later he’d take a trip to the grocery store and buy something for lunch, something a little bit healthier than fast food for them both, but this morning was most certainly a coffee and waffles situation.
“I was thinking coffee and waffles. There’s a waffle house just down the road…”
and they did the best sausage waffle supreme, you wouldn't believe it! Although first he’d have to get Castiel through the process of ‘morning’, including washing his face, getting dressed, probably shaving, and general bodily maintenance that was needed to be presentable to the public eye. Chuck was scruffy but at least he didn’t exactly look like a Hobo every time he stepped outside. Rough around the edges was an acceptable look, but Castiel was starting to push that description.
