Castiel and the boys are in town for a local hunt - trapping some ghosts, or something. Cas is walking down one of the streets, scoping out good territory for the trap, when he sees you - a tiny, scrawny, filthy street kid, curled up in your little cardboard box in one of the alleys. Cas pauses, looking at you with those icy blue eyes, tilting his head in that adorably confused way he does.