Chapter 2
He used the crowbar to pry the lid off, and when he moved it back he gasped, staring down at what was in the box.
There, were a bunch of black feathers, and the face of a man. He looked to be sleeping, please god let him be sleeping.
Dean twitched, how on earth could they want to throw him into the sun? What the hell was going on?
Dean couldn't do that. Well, unless he was dead.
Dean slowly leaned over the box more, hand slowly reaching for the others face, soon as he touched the smooth skin he felt it was warm.
So not dead.
Dean moved, turning the guys face to see it better, there were no scars on him, he seemed feminine even. He also didn't look like he had gotten much if any sun. He was pale, especially compared to the dark hair and feathers around him.
Dean couldn't leave him in there. He grunted leaning over the box farther, struggling to get his arms under the man due to the depth of the box cutting into his own stomach.
When he finally hoisted him out Dean frowned, for how tall he seemed he was sure light.
It took some struggling to get those wings up and out of the box, and Dean soon staggered, trying not to step and trip on the wings dragging on the ground before him and failing, and deposited the man onto the bed of his room.
Dean looked down at him, struggling to put him where it would be comfortable, at least to Dean's opinion, even with those large black wings.
Dean left the man on his side as he went back to the box, frowning down into the now empty thing, then he started throwing some of his unneeded shit into it.
Like his garbage, and so it gives a decent poof when thrown in he added, with much inner pain, a bottle of whiskey he had on board.
When it was refilled he put the lid back on, then headed back to where he left the unconscious man.
He looked down at him, rubbing the side of his own head. What the hell was he going to do with him?
Dean sighed, coming to the decision he wasn't going back, he would stay with him, yea that's what he'd do.
He turned when the alarm went off letting him know they were at the sun. Dean went to the front panels, putting the ship in place, then shoved the box into his airlock and closed the door. Grinning as he hit the release and the box was off on it's way to the sun.
Dean stayed put, watching as the box went into the sun, the flare it gave when it was burned up was a little interesting to watch.
The only reason he was able to watch was thanks to the special glass on his ship, imagine it like polarized sunglasses on his ship, or something like that.
When it was done, he got a code through the speaker and jotted it down onto his paperwork. It was their way to confirm it was done and the 'goods' were not just stolen.
Although in this case, they technically were, but he wasn't going to admit that to them.
They didn't need to know it had been his whiskey.
When he had his ship on autopilot to head back to Bobby's he went back to the tiny bedroom where the bed he really never slept in was and looked at the man again.
The Leosol watched the man laying there silently for awhile, before finally sighing, "You better be worth it man, that was whiskey."
Dean went back to his pilot seat and leaned back into the memory foam, sighing, so glad it always remembered him.
He wasn't sure how he would explain this to Bobby, but here's to hoping he wouldn't piss his father-figure off.
It was half way through the flight back that he heard a groan. Dean was quickly up and out of his seat and back to the small bedroom.
Dean watched the man slowly sit up and look around a little confused.
Dean barely heard the man mutter something about "This is very small for heaven, did I go to hell?"
When he finally spotted Dean his eyes squinted and his head tilted. The man asked softly, "are you my personal tormentor?"
Dean blinked, probably resembling a Fishoneon with how he gaped at him.
"What?" was all Dean could manage to get out.
The man tilted his head a little more frowning in question. "I was to be sacrificed, so this is either heaven or hell, unless I was thrown into purgatory, but I don't think I would have gone there."
Dean sputtered, "You wanted to be sacrificed?"
Castiel shook his head, "No, but it was my place since I have black wings."
Dean frowned, thinking, now that he considered the wing color he hadn't seen anyone else with black wings when he was on the planet.
"Well man, you weren't sacrificed, I threw something else in."
The man tensed frowning, "If I'm not dead, I my as well be! I have no home to go to!"
Dean frowned, "That doesn't matter, I didn't plan on taking you back there, We're going to port."
Dean watched the man deflate, looking wounded. Dean sighed, running a hand through his mane, "So uh, my name is Dean."
"Castiel." was murmured softly, Dean barely heard him.
Dean nodded, "Well Cas, come on I'll show you around the ship."
Castiel frowned, but gave a faint nod, moving to get up, only to collapse as Dean rushed to catch him.
"What happened?" Dean asked worried.
Castiel frowned, "It seems while I am awake my limbs are very much still asleep."
Dean sighed, but gave a faint nod setting Castiel on the bed once more. "Then stay here and rest, the tour can wait. Are you hungry or thirsty? I can get something for you?"
Castiel shrugged, "I can't say whether I am or not, I stopped feeling any hunger pains after the third day."
Dean frowned, stopped feeling hunger pains after the third day? What!? He groaned, but nodded, "wait here." he muttered before he turned leaving the small room.
Dean went straight to his kitchen, not sure what to give to a guy who hasn't eaten in days. Would something solid make him sick? Would something liquid even fill him up?
Dean had no clue, and didn't have anyone he could ask. Well, he could try to call his brother, but at this hour he was probably in a class.
Maybe Bobby, but he hated being called during his nap times, and he was pretty sure Bobby napped after lunch, even though Bobby would grumble it wasn't a nap.
They were felines, they liked naps, he didn't know why Bobby always argued about not taking them.
Dean sighed, fingers going through his blond mane, pushing some of it further back from his face. What should he do?
He thought, and grinned, going to his call station, he plugged the number in, then waited.
There was a click then a pause before a cheerful feminine voice called, "Ah, Dean! Finally going to take up my offer of binge watching some classic star wars?"
Dean chuckled, "Would love to, but don't have the time, I was actually calling to ask you something Charlie."
Charlie hummed softly, "And what would that be Dean?"
Dean sighed, "What do you give a guy to eat if he's been starved for over three days?"
The gasp over the line let him know she very much didn't approve, "Dean what did you do!?"
Dean sputtered, "ME!? I didn't do anything! I am helping the guy!"
Charlie's silence seemed to say she was thinking it over, but eventually she hummed and Dean could see her nodding in his mind's eye. "Yea, that makes sense, you wouldn't ever try to hurt anyone who didn't really deserve it. Well, try some sort of soup with like, something in it to make it more filling. Maybe soak some crackers in it, or just have noodles, but avoid meat until he starts feeling better and what not."
Dean was nodding, storing all this away in his mind for a later use, soon as he was done on the phone and all that of course.
"Anything else I should avoid?" Dean asked.
Charlie smiled, "No empty fillers, try to give him stuff packed with more proteins when you can, like milk, juice, things like that, no empty carbs, ya know?"
Dean smiled, "Thanks Charlie."
"Sure thing Dean, when might I see you again?"
Dean hummed, "We'll see, I want to help Cas get better first."
"Cas? That's a strange name."
"Oh uh, his full name is Castiel."
Charlie was silent for a few moments, before asking, "Is he from Angeliques?"
Dean rose a brow, "how did you guess that?"
"Wow, no wonder.. I'll explain when I see you if you're still curious by then, bye Dean!" She then hung up, she knew Dean was a curious one, and would want to know, so she'd get to see him sooner!
Dean sighed, hanging up his end then went to the kitchen, digging around to find some soup, then he headed to the room with it, Castiel was still sitting up he smiled warmly, "Hey, here you go, your arms okay or do you want some help eating?"
Castiel looked up at him, looking at his own hands he attempted to move them but he couldn't control them properly they just shook.
"I can't..."
Dean smiled, "Hey no problem, I'll help ya."