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[justify]Castiel nodded, swallowing noticeably and looking away to avoid the brothers gazes. Being human was a lot more difficult than the ex-angel originally had believed in, all these foreign desires and feelings plus weaknesses got the best of him sometimes, even to the point of breaking down.
As they pulled into an unknown location, Cas's gaze looked around in slight wonder to the massive room just holding the vehicles of early man. It was fascinating though cars didn't exactly appeal much to the dark-haired man. Exiting the jet-black sleekness of the Impale, Castiel couldn't help but feel a massive sense of curiosity prick humanely at his mind running thousands of miles an hour,
"Where are we?" The blue-eyed gaze of the ex-angel turned to Dean, looking between Sam but it always fell back on the chestnut haired man. Castiel truly had never had a home, so this was all so new. It seemed safe and really nice, but he didn't want to endanger the lives of the Winchesters, especially now because of his mortal-weaknesses.

They left the midst of the garage, descending down a short flight of stairs before entering the serene grandness of a master room. Cas's breath for a moment was stolen, confusion reading like a book across his crinkled features, "What is this.." He said to no one in particular. That now was a habit of his, thinking aloud that is. [/justify]

[justify]Castiel couldn't force himself to look about towards either Winchester, too caught up in his own magnificent wonder and even hardly caught tone of Dean's reply. Descending down the black grate stairway, the dark-haired man began to wade through the maze of the bunker with curiosity and sheer enjoyment- that much was obvious.
His cyan gaze flicked to where Dean stood but found he had wandered off and felt slightly disappointed at that, though of course mentioned nor appeared to show anything of such. Sam had offered once his brother took off to his room to give Cas a tour and the ex-angel of the lord most certainly complied thoughtfully towards the brothers generous offer,
"And this, is where you can stay Cas." The brunette said, pointing to the room they stood in the doorway of. The mans eyes widened with happiness and relief to finally be able to have his own bed to sleep in, let alone a room and home! He was so happy at that moment that even he almost smiled but like his near-emotionless self let no such thing become apparent,
"Thank you, Sam." Castiel said in his naturally deep tone, accepting a simple nod from the Winchester before they disappeared off down the hallway.

He wondered whether Cas would get lost or not in the maze of rooms, but it was obvious that Castiel could eventually navigate himself through the labyrinth of different sections to the Men of letter's, bunker. Sam ventured back down the hall towards his room upstairs, leaving Cas on the first alone with Dean. The younger bro of the duo preferred to sleep away from others, being constantly awoken by nightmares because. He disliked awaking his brother when the memories caused the shoulder-length of brown hair of a man to scream, hating how Dean would constantly ask whether he was alright or not. It bugged him really, to see his only piece of family concerned for his sake.
Maybe though that was just being; Lucifer's-life-sustaining-vessel thing talking but only Sammy was the one who knew.[/justify]

Castiel still looked about his new room, first one for that matter. Being human was all so new as he had mentioned to himself several occasions before. Why did mortals come with such a vast intelligence when they know so little and are half the time, clueless about what's really out there. The question pondered frequently in the once holy beings mind, but not often enough to leave him in a random speechless state. Hearing Dean call out to him down the hall, the dark haired man nodded silently to himself, looking about one last time before leaving the warmth of his new room,
"Thank you, Dean." He replied, gets ding outside the door to the eldest Winchesters chamber. He looked about it, and found the place to be clean and well kept, "May I ask you a question, Dean?" Cas asked the chestnut haired brunette, his brows fixing together as they always did along with the intense stare of his cyan optics.

[justify]Stopping to stare at the Winchester for a few moments longer, nervous that he might be invading Dean's personal space as the older man had mentioned many times before to the ex-angel. Entering with a swift nod, Castiel took a seat by the chair at the brunettes desk and stared at his feet for a few more moments,
"Umm.. This is an odd question but, could you possibly help me with something?" Cas shifted on the chair, not sure how exactly he was going to phrase this out properly, "Could you teach me more about human ways? I know I have been here for several years, but I haven't really gotten used to human customs.." he paused, "It's an unintelligent request, my apologies." The dark-haired man finished, moving a little in the chaise to get comfortable.[/justify]

Cas's features stiffened. The question was a long shot, especially with the Winchester but he still had much to learn about human customs such as their holidays, and such. It probably had been foolish to ask such a silly question, but the angel since the fall had very little that he didn't wonder about,
"Dean, I haven't embraced the world as you and your brother have. You grew up here, and lately I find that not many 'like' the way I am." Castiel made quotation gestures from his hands, letting his arms fall limp at his sides. Rising from the chair, the dark haired man shook his head and nearly laughed softly to himself, "It's alright, you're right. Goodbye, Dean." Cas strayed closer to the door frame, quickly leaving to leave Dean to his thoughts. The ex-angel truly had no reason to be so worried if others like him, and truly he had become accustomed to it. I mean, his brothers and sisters are practically waiting for any opportunity to smite him when given the chance.
That's just the life of, Castiel.

Castiel stood motionless in the hall for a moment once leaving the presence of the Winchester's chamber after hearing Dean correct him, entering his given room shortly afterwards however. Sometimes, the man wasn't fully sure with himself when asking a question and especially that for Dean. Sam just seemed to be the more laid back of the two, but then again he wasn't the one he spent several years digging through the walls of hell to bring back the Righteous man. Indeed, time in Perdition was at least ten years for one month in the human world and it had taken the ex-angel two to finally get to him.

Shaking these unknown and confusing thoughts from the midst of his mind away, Cas took a seat on the bed to stare about for a good amount of time, seeing Dean pass by his room shortly afterwards. Closing his cyan cores briefly, Cas began to reflect on reasons as to why Dean had described that they liked him the way he was. Was it because he so frequently threw himself into danger for the brothers? Or was it just his naïve self. These questions bothered him, and the fallen angel sought answers but knew that Dean was going to shower or something. Sam wouldn't be his primitive choice between the Winchester's so he decided he'd patiently wait for Dean for the time being.

Lifting his shorter frame from the memory-foamed mattress, the dark haired man wandered about the room for several long moments, pressing his touch upon every single object there. Hovering above the garbage can, he frowned in curiosity at the sight of a bible tossed out. Taking to his knees, Castiel dipped a hand into the trash and pulled out the poor-conditioned book, eyeing it a little half-heartedly.
It reminded him of his time of being an angel and believing so greatly in their god. Over time, Castiel began to loose his faith after the fall and had blamed it mainly on the reason that, 'he no longer was an angel' but there was something else too. Something hidden.

From the recollection of thoughts occurring in the warmth of the room provided by those who called him, 'family' Castiel studied the holy piece of material warmly in the spread of his palms, eyeing it in silence for the longest time. Castiel remembered how faithful he was in the lord - being an angel though that was no surprise then - but once he descended to earth to retrieve the Righteous one from the claws of Perdition, that's when he began to question. It was a rather sin-ful think for an angel to feel, questioning the lords will that is.

Though it had been his first day on Earth in a while, Cas still remembered the first time he had pressed a hand on Dean Winchester, searing the imprint of his palm into the tenderness of the hunters flesh and still the mark he bares exists today. Many times could the dark haired man had removed it, ridding himself of ever coming close to contact with Dean but yet he did not. It questioned him to this day as to why he never did.

A voice interrupted his daze, abruptly lifting his gaze from the light pages of a book Cas straightens his form and approaches the door at the call of his nickname given to him by none other than Dean Winchester,
"Yes?" The lovely once-angel responded, approaching the doorframe to his room to stare down the hall, predicting Dean stood in the room not too far down the long hall full of chambers branching here and there. He trekked forwards to the bathroom, waiting outside in silence until mentioning, "What Is it, Dean?" Castiel took a step back, remembering the issue they had of 'personal-space'.

For several long moments after arriving to the room where Dean was, the ex-angel waited patiently for what he had to say. Mumbling something softly to himself before Dean's voice echoed of the room, Cas's head perched up in slight shock. He had never been asked to grab someone a towel for them, but the dark haired man guessed that it was because 'stark-naked' meant nude.

Feeling a sense of nervousness come over him, the cyan-eyed man dipped his head to convince himself not to enter but disobeyed his wishes and entered the steamy room with a quick knock,
"Dean.. Where are they..?" Cas asked, feeling for some reason a little nervous. He couldn't explain why, but the thought of catching a glimpse of the hunter naked brought shivers down his spine. It wasn't right to think of such a thing, so quickly Castiel was sure to avoid fixing his azure cores upon the other man.

Unfortunately, that plan didn't work out too well because of the mirror and as his gaze flashed by the sear of his print into the Hunters - fine - skin, Cas couldn't help but feel all the more shy. Normally not one to feel this way, the fallen angel did his best to retire himself from those worries, quickly passing Dean to search for the towels on the far side of the room. Finding one he thought was suitable to the Winchester's size, Castiel returned with a gaze looking off far away, doing his best to hide a fluster threatening to burst,
"Here." Cas swiftly said without a crack or flutter in his tone. It was quite remarkable how well the now-human could hide his true emotions.

[justify]Something flickered in the hunters eyes, and Castiel wondered what but had no desire or intention to ask what. Instead, he stood there with his back against Dean as he approached the door until being called back by Dean's question. As he began, chills spread throughout his body at the mention that the Righteous man requested to ask a question. Of course, Castiel pushed passed this and complied swiftly.

Turning to meet the hunters gaze, only looking into those green eyes of his rather than his body which luckily, was easy enough to do. It seemed like a sin to wander his eyes across the Hunter's body, so that's what drove him back from a humans guilty pleasure. Wondering for a moment at Dean's question, he didn't fully understand what the Winchester boy meant,
"Of the sorts, that is correct." He added before the last portion, furrowing his brows in confusion, "'What type of guy am I?'" The shorter man mimicked Dean's vocalization, trying to his best extent to understand, yet he found no solution to answer, "What do you mean?" The ex-angel finally asked.[/justify]

[justify]Castiels beautifully angelic features - despite the fact he no longer held his grace - were shadowed by something known as slight confusion and wonder. Why had Dean asked the other man such a question? Especially here of all places. Now that the Winchester had refrained the question, becoming clearer to the ex-angel he could feel shyness peck at his vocals,
"Well as an angel of the lord, I didn't feel obliged to any sexual orientation.. Or rather was.." He simply replied, soft pain coming to his expression, meeting Dean's emerald gaze with that enchanting blue cores he possessed. It was as though they still glowed with the grace stolen from him by, Metatron, igniting those touchable features to his vessels face in a bewildering vibe of cyan,
"Why is it you ask, Dean?"

Standing there for moments longer, he realized just how close they were and self-consciously took a step back for personal-space issues as Dean had brought up on several occasions in the past, the past where he still contained the angelic grace..
Something pained in the depths of his ocean hued pools of the ex-angels eyes, but the feeling motioned quickly vanished as it had appeared just briefly before. Once again, the asking of the Hunter pondered in his mind, wondering truly what his true attraction to either gender truly was. Not putting much thought into it, he had remembered the conflict he shared with Meg, the demon during his brief insanity and beforehand. Then there was that reaper.. It still shook him to that day, nearly dying that is. At that moment, the dark haired man began to wonder who truly had saved him from the woman's angel-blade that had an affect on the now-human Cas.

Shaking the feeling off, he continued to bore his intense gaze into the older mans stare.[/justify]