NaNo 2012 chp 2Theat wasn't even a town, not really. It would have to have more than stragglers staying there for that. There were maybe fifty residents, the rest just stopping on their way to someplace better. There were a few farmers and innkeepers and Abel ran the tavern, but there weren't any merchants or police. They had no city hall or places of worship. Sure, people had their faiths in their Gods, but they praised him on their own and did not bother one another with their personal beliefs.
Theat was a place where the nonhumans prospered. As there were no police, there were no NHPF, the NonHuman Police Force, although there was always the fear that they could come at any time. As long as they kept quiet, didn't hurt any humans, they were fine and safe from persecution. Some of them would still try to do petty crimes, thinking that their thicker skin or uncommon abilities would protect them, but these were mostly pick pocketing, and never amounted to much.
Theat understood their needs though and
Hurt Makes It BeautifulDean hated this, hated seeing the man beside him, not the angel but the man, hide things from him. Every touch he gave was rewarded with a flinch and terror in his friends face. Every word confused him, made him stare at Dean as if he didn't know exactly what he meant. He found himself checking every word, every touch, every emotion that showed on his face. Cas was showing emotions now, plain and easy to see, but there were only two that Dean had the opportunity to see: fear and, very rarely, sorrow.
Sorrow was hidden and confined, Cas hiding away in the bathroom or leaving the motel room at night to cry into the night. Dean didn't like it when he went out there alone, a new human, vulnerable for the first time, but there was nothing he could do to stop it and the mortal needed his space.
Cas rarely slept, lying on his side and shivering in the bed beside Dean's. The hunter wanted to crawl into bed with him, wrap his arms around him and hold him tight. Now that he was human he wasn't a