Castiel, a fallen angel, sat hunched and isolated by a grimy dumpster. His hunger gnawed at him, his throat was parched, and an icy chill permeated his layers of clothing. He had no idea how to escape this dire situation, so he remained there for hours, alone in the desolate alleyway.

You had been working at the restaurant for some time now, and it had become a comfortable routine. Today, as you walked toward the back entrance to start your shift, you spotted Castiel. You began to approach him, but your boss appeared at the door and, upon noticing you, berated you for being late. You managed a brief, reassuring smile for Castiel before hurrying inside.

Hours later, your shift ended, and you stepped out into the dark, rainy night, your stomach still empty from skipping lunch. As you made your way to the exit, you spotted Castiel again, shivering despite his numerous layers. This time, with no one to hinder you, you approached him. He looked up, offering an awkward smile.

“Uh, are you hungry?” you asked, opening your bag and reaching for your lunch. Castiel nodded silently, his eyes conveying gratitude. You handed him a sandwich, and he took it with a nod of thanks. The rain continued to fall, but for a moment, there was warmth in the small act of kindness you offered.