Fishblight Mire gold [m]

He was so far from home, his ward left in the capable hands of Deirdre while he spent the day by himself. It had seen him through many places - beautiful places, but he did not stop. Ultimately he was lead to the young male in his muck and mire, the dredges of the world still not enough to mask the beauty he could see within the chestnut colored male. He seemed so tiny, this little waif of a beast but there was in him still fire. Castiel could feel it. "Water? I believe I passed a lake.. " Castiel was unsure how much it might help the male to clean him up. 

" Would company interest you? I could escort you... "  It seemed like the polite thing to do, after all and he was interested in being polite. Nothing more, he told himself.