(This is inspired by a prompt from the blog http://prompts-a-plenty.tumblr.com. Number 45, titled Next to an Angel. I have never written for the Supernatural fandom before…so I’m kind of nervous that I did this incorrectly. But oh well, it was fun.)
Next to an Angel
It was disturbing how much people didn’t recognize what was right in front of them. They were too concerned with their own lives, their own trials and tribulations, to see what was happening around them. Disturbing, but alluring all the same. To be so enraptured in your own life, to have a world of your own, that had a certain appeal. At least it did to Castiel.
There he sat, on that Friday afternoon, watching the buildings and people pass by in a dizzying blur. The bus was crammed full of people, and yet it remained awkwardly silent. They were all too busy in their own worlds to concern themselves with this one. Castiel’s eyes traced over the seats, from the woman fiddling with the small, round device inserted in her ear, to the man in the back, mumbling words to himself. Castiel cocked his head to the side, bemused.
His observations were interrupted when the bus came to an abrupt stop. “Next stop will be the last,” the driver barked as several people rose to their feet, scuttling to the opened door. Castiel let his eyes wander from one hurried person to the next, but none took notice of his gaze. They kept their eyes forward. In just a few moments, they were gone, the door was shut again, and less than half of the bus was occupied.
The man seated next to him was one of the few that remained. The man noisily flipped to the next page of his newspaper, shaking his head in what appeared to be disappointment. Castiel leaned over, curious as to what was so interesting on those pages. He wrinkled his nose. The man bore the scent of sweat and those hamburgers that his vessel enjoyed so much.
“Do you mind?” The man arched an eyebrow, turning away from Castiel defensively.
“My apologies,” Castiel replied simply, sitting up straight once more.
Only when the man went back to browsing the paper once more did Castiel steal a glance at him once again. What would that man have said if he knew he was sitting next to an angel? He didn’t let the question linger in his mind for too long. The last stop was coming up soon.