what lies beneath † theunawaredemon
Castiel never thought he'd find himself living a happy, normal life -- a human life. He had needs. He was vulnerable. He was free to feel however he wanted, free to display it. Free to enjoy life, free to suffer first-hand, physically and otherwise.
He was Steve now. He had a job, a life of his own -- and a now much more limited one, losing his angelic properties. After quite a bumpy road down Human Express, he had ended up working as a sales associate at a gas station for an attractive woman named Nora, who turned out wasn't as romantically interested as Cas had initially thought.
But it was fine.
"Not a particularly busy day, hm?" the man mused to himself under his breath, arranging a few items on a shelf and brushing off a speck of dust with a dry cloth off the counter at the checkout, face relieved of stress, corners of his mouth even curved lightly in a faint smile.
Ah. Being human, having such petty worries. So... nice.
