Castiel loved this weather, the chill in the air, the feeling that it was going to snow, he loved it for one reason.
Opening the window to his small apartment he slipped his head out, a cigarette placed between his chapped lips, a zippo between his warm fingers. He didn’t even bother with a jacket. Why should he? The coolness mixed with the warmth of his coffee balanced perfectly. Lifting the zippo and flicking it to life he lit the end of his cigarette, pulling the smoke into his lungs and waking his senses. This was how he woke up, it wasn’t the coffee, it wasn’t his alarm, it was the nicotine that passed from tobacco to lungs and he savored it. He started smoking when he was in high school and now that he had a dead-end job as an accountant there was no reason to quit smoking, no reason to make his life longer.
Breathing the smoke out from between his lungs he listened to the gentle base coming from his living room, relaxing him like the gentle stream of smoke being released from his mouth. He loved mornings like this, when he didn’t have to worry about anything but the cool air pushing the smoke back into his ‘smoke free’ apartment.
Ashing his cigarette he shoved his free hand through his messy hair. Only one thing could make this better, but he wouldn’t get his hopes up. Not today.
Luckily for Castiel, he wasn’t disappointed as the apartment window next to his cracked open and a sandy brown head revealed it’s self, probably doing the same thing as him. Dean Winchester, his classic rock mechanic next door neighbor. They never said anything on mornings like this, just both silently smoked with each other, allowing the smoke to communicate between them.
This was almost every morning, their silent conversations shared via smoke, their breathes matching as they pushed out their addiction of choice. And Castiel would leave first, as always with one long look at Dean before getting ready for work. It was the sad truth of things, that Castiel was stupidly in love with the beautiful man in apartment 919.
Maybe one day they could share a conversation, maybe one day they could speak up of what made them both do this, why Dean wanted to shorten his life like Castiel was. Dean was too beautiful to let these things control him. But above all, Castiel wanted to one day, share a smoker’s kiss with him. finishing his cigarette Castiel stubbed the ashes out on the side of the building, dropping the butt onto the street when no one was passing. Turning his head he gave one more look towards Dean, his eyes soft, before pulling his head back into his apartment and getting ready for work.
Maybe one day, but not today.