Destiel One Shots

98. El-LOVE-ator

._.__.~Cas's POV~.__._.

I was new to this small town, and I had gotten an apartment room. I was a bit jittery at the thought of such new surroundings, but I told myself it was for the better. My girlfriend, Meg, died a couple months ago. I couldn't stay in our old apartment without killing myself, so I decided to move.

I carried some of my boxes into the apartment building and decided to take the elevator. I'd normally take the stairs, but it felt like too much effort now.

I was in the elevator with one other person. And I knew things would get awkward because one, it was an elevator. Everything gets awkward. Two, I rented a room on the top floor, so it would take a while to get there. Not to mention I'm an awkwardness magnet.

We began our ascent. Floor one... floor two... floor three... BOOM! The elevator suddenly stopped. Oh shit. We were stuck in the damn elevator.

"Oh god. Oh no. Oh... kill me now." I muttered.

"Hey, don't worry," The other man tried to reassure me. "We'll be fine. These are kind of old elevators, they just glitch out from time to time."

"Ohhh, I knew I should've taken the stairs!" I set my boxes aside as proceeded to freak out. "Oh god, why'd I take the stupid elevator? Stupid elevator!"

"Well, hey, the elevator is sorry it dropped out of high school." He seemed to be joking, but who knows anymore?

"Not. The. Time." I practically growled.

"Just trying to lighten the mood."

"Who the hell are you, anyway?"

"Dean. You?"

"Castiel."

"Okay, Castiel. Now would you calm the hell down?"

"I'll calm the hell down as soon as I get the hell out of here!" I started pacing in the little space I had. Oh fuck, it was so cramped in there. So small.

"Don't worry. We'll get out of here. They'll call for someone to fix the elevator and they'll get us out. Okay?"

I sighed. "Whatever. I'm just... not a fan of getting stuck in an elevator."

"What, you think I'm having the time of my life here?"

"No need to get snarky."

I sat down against the wall on the left of the doors. I just needed to breathe. Breathe. Even though the walls were... closing in on me.

"You okay?" Dean asked, sitting down at the wall across from the doors.

"I'm fine. I'm just... freaking peachy."

"Could've fooled me."

I glanced over at him, this boy who seemed to think he could read me like a book. I could tell there was something off about him, but I couldn't put my finger on what exactly.

"So, let me guess, you've just moved in?" Dean asked.

"How'd you know that?"

"Well, the boxes full of stuff made it pretty easy to figure out."

I glanced over at my cardboard boxes and started to see his reasoning. "Yeah. I... I guess." I muttered.

"Where'd you move from?" He continued asking questions for some reason.

"Why?"

"Just making conversation. Might as well do something until they bust us outta here."