Blind Cas AU
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Stranger: ((Disability AU. Blind!Cas Prefered if Dean was disabled as well, your choice though)) Castiel lived a normal life for 6 long years. Romping in his backyard, laughing while playing with other boys in his neighborhood, and climbing trees while skinning his knees. Castiel remembered a time when his dad's shoulders were the highest place in the world, and during the winter he would sit up there and his dad would point out the little Christmas lights. Then everything changed on a cold winter morning. Castiel's mother had lived in the old house for so long, it even still had a gas heater in the living room. She went to turn it up when Castiel complained about being cold, and the gasline broke, causing the entire heater to explode. Castiel's mother was badly burned on her left arm and up her neck, while Castiel was left blinded. He had cried but eventually his senses adjusted and he got used to being disabled. Learning Braille was a bitch and getting used to a large dog help you around was odd, but he had grown up this way. When Castiel got into highschool, he was put into a disabled group where they just talked and enjoyed each others company. Castiel even met a boy who he quickly befriended. Castiel's other sense were slightly enhanced, and it actually help him make friends. He picked people based off of things like, how their voice sounded or how they spoke. Castiel would never admit it, but he loved Dean's voice and its dipping and raising quality was always attention catching. He enjoyed when the other rambled. Today, Castiel found himself where he was almost everyday after school. Dean's basement. Castiel sat criss-crossed on the floor, a smile on his face as he held his palms up. "Can you tell me what colors look like? I can't even remember"
Stranger: ((Thanks for reading, btw))
You: Dean put his hands in Castile's. "How do I tell you what colors look like?" he asked in amusement. He wanted to tell Cas but he couldn't think of any way to describe color. It was like trying to tell a deaf man what music was like. He wanted to help his friend. They'd met a while ago. Dean had been petting Castiel's dog and then they just started chatting. Then it had been an every day thing. Castiel had just one day not been in his life and the next he was. It had been so easy to get used to Castiel.
Stranger: Castiel smiled and reached out, blindly - no pun intended- slapping Dean. "Just try, jackass" he teased. Castiel enjoyed Dean's company, and he loved to listen to the other ramble on endlessly about whatever it was he was talking about. "What color is your shirt?" he prompted "Now tell me what you think of when you think of that color"
You: "My shirt is green" he answered "It makes me think of the forest. Of Sammy's eyes when he laughed at a stupid joke I told him. Of....grass in summer, when it's all new. When the trees are new in spring, right after summer."
Stranger: Castiel's eyes darted around, as if searching in his brain for 'Green' as Dean had described it. He remembered the smell of fresh cut grass, how new flowers smelled in the spring. "I think I get it" he mumbled, furrowing his brow. Castiel smirked a little and sighed. "Try another one, how about blue"
You: "When I think of blue I think of your eyes. Seriously Cas you've got the bluest eyes I've ever seen. I think of the ocean and the sky on a warm day. And then I think of the jean quilt my mom made when I was little. How we take it on picnics and sit on it and eat peanut butter sandwiches."
Stranger: "Have I ever told you how much I love the way you talk?" he said absentmindedly, with a bright smile. Castiel recalled one time when Castiel's mother took him to the beach. He loved the salty smell of the ocean anbd the calls of seagulls. "I love listening to you talk" he rambled
You: Dean smiled. "yeah? Listening to me talk?" he shook his head. "Why? It's just me" he really didn't know why Cas liked listening to him talk.
Stranger: "Well, think about it. I can't /see/ you so, might as well like your vooice" he said with a shrug. Castiel chuckled a little and rubbed his eyes.
Stranger: *voice
You: "I get it" Dean nodded and reached over to run a hand down Castiel's arm. "Do you want something to eat?"
Stranger: "Nah, my mom is making soup tonight" he answered, drawing small circles on his thigh with his index finger. Castiel ran his fingers through his hair and blushed a little, for a reason he wasn't sure of. Probably because Dean was touching him.
You: "Your mom makes awesome soup" Dean said with a smile. He ruffled Castiel's hair. "Want me to drive you home?"
Stranger: "No, I can drive myself" he laughed, searching for his red and white striped walking cane. He found it and stumbled upwards, swinging it in front of his feet rythmically
You: Dean put a hand on Castiel's arm to steady him. "I really don't mind, Cas. I want to take you home"
Stranger: "That's what she said" Castiel snickered, starting to laugh like the immature child he was. Castiel reached the stairs and slowly walked up them, blushing a bright shade of pink.
You: Dean pinched Castiel's arm. "I really do though. I know you love driving in my car."
Stranger: "Oh, so now we beat up cripples. I see, pick on the blind kid!" he teased. Castiel walked outside and touched the ground in front of his feet with his cane. Castiel knew this sidewalk so well he probably didn't have to, but you never know. Castiel listened carefully to Dean's footsteps behind him
You: "I only pinched you you big wuss" he rolled his eyes. He ushered Castiel to his car and opened the door. "Come on, inside" he said
Stranger: Castiel slipped into the car and timidly tucked his cane in between his knees. His fingers explored the soft leather like always, as he waited for the soft rumble of the car to start.
You: Dean slid into his seat and started the car. He drove over to Castiel's house after turning on the radio.
Stranger: Castiel tapped the beat on his knees with his fingers, nodding his head slowly to the rythm. If there was one thing that Castiel loved more than listening to Dean talk, it was music. 'Same thing really' he thought to himself, his cheeks flooding with color
You: When they got to Castiel's house he parked the car and got out. He opened Castiel's door and helped him out. "So are you going to invite me in for soup?" he asked
Stranger: "Do you even have to ask?" he countered. Castiel stepped into his house and smiled at the smell of warm soup coming from the kitchen. "Ma, Dean's stsying for dinner!" he called, getting a shout from his mother in reply
You: Dean laughed and pulled off his jacket, hanging it up. He ruffled Castiel's hair. "Thanks"
Stranger: Castiel caught himself leaning into the touch, but he stopped before he hoped anyone noticed. Castiel's little sister came in and hugged Castiel's legs. "Come on, let's go eat" he mumbled, leading her carefully into the kitchen. He sat down as Castiel's mother poured the soup into bowls
You: Dean sat at the table and thanked Castiel's mother. He liked being around Castiel's family, they were nice. And happy and loud.
Stranger: Castiel let Anna sit in his lap as he ate his soup, ruffling her hair every now and then. "So, you two boys have a good day at school?" Castiel's mother prompted, folding her hands together. Castiel took another bite to avoid talking like an idiot
You: "I had a great day" Dean smiled at her. "Aced my test in Chemistry" he ate a bite of soup and hummed contentedly as the warm soup went down his throat.
Stranger: "Read Romeo and Juliet, which is a bitch in Braille" he remarked. Castiel's mother scowled at him for swearing in front of Anna. "Cas said a bad word!" Anna announced. "No I didn't" he countered playfully. Castiel's mother rolled her eyes and sighed "What am I gonna do with you?"
You: "I think he has to wash the dishes" Dean said with a smirk. "Saying bad words isn't good"