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Dear Mom,
Dean Winchester hates me. I mean, I have never met someone with so much hatred towards someone they don't even know, but according to the rest of the human population that is a completely legitimate reason. Every single time he even sees me, whether it's in the hallway, or around town, which just so happens to be normal considering Star's Hollow is the smallest town in New Jersey, he immediately stares at me with those beautiful, I mean, disgustingly ugly green eyes that you can see the future through if you stare for at least 30 seconds. But, I mean, I would never stare into his eyes like that, psshhh, oh who am I kidding, I have a problem. Oh and my cat bit him, sorry, that was random, but my cat, Stuart, who is grey, and soft, and completely adorable and loveable by the way, ran out the door when my stupid brother Gabriel held my front door open too long, and of course of all the people to be standing there walking down the street, it had to be Dean frickin Winchester. Although it was actually pretty adorafunny, yeah, funny, because he looked at my kitten with eyes of terror as it went up to him and brushed up against his leg and nibbled at his leg almost like a love bite but then it heard me call it and ran into my arms and I tried to apologize but the second Dean realized that it was my cat he ran down the street like he had seen a ghost. But anyways, back to my problem, I am completely and utterly head over heels in love with him, so yes, obviously I am gay, which, you know what, if liking dick is a sin, then send me straight to hell because I bet it is fabulous, but yes I am an idiot because I fell in love with number one, a person I barely even know, and number two, a person that hates me with a burning passion. But that is just the beginning of my problems, the next problem I have to deal with is actually getting up and out of my comfortable bed considering school starts in about 22 minutes. Shit, goodbye, wish me good luck.
Castiel puts his diary on his nightstand and practically jumps out of his bed because it takes 15 minutes to bike up to his school on a good day as it is and considering it is pouring rain, things are not looking good for him. Yet he wears almost exactly the same thing every day so he doesn't really have all that much to worry about but Castiel is still panicking, he quickly puts on his white dress shirt and black dress pants and somewhat fails with his blue tie but Charlie thinks that his crooked blue tie is adorable so he just brushes it off and grabs his trench coat his mom got for him a couple years back and takes one look in the mirror. As much as he tried to tame his crazy bed hair, it pretty much looks exactly as it was and Castiel just sighs and runs out the door, almost forgetting his book bag and takes off, pedaling as fast as possible and when he finally gets to the familiar crosswalk that is the final path to the building of death, he hears the familiar rumble of the engine of Dean’s beloved impala and can’t help but smile a little to himself and that’s when he sees Dean, that leather jacket that compliments all of his curves perfectly, the tight faded jeans and of course the gold amulet that Castiel is pretty sure Dean never takes off and he can’t help but stare and then he and Dean’s eyes meet. It is almost as if time stops as they just stare into each other’s eyes.
The only piece of reality left is the rock music softly playing in the background until what seems like hours later when the car behind Dean honks it’s horn and Dean loses eye contact and realizes that his little brother Sam is screaming for him to drive and he takes off, and Castiel realizes that he has a walk sign and quickly bikes through it and around the back of the school, locks his bike in place, and quickly runs into the school and runs for the bathroom to try and dry himself off somewhat but he only has about five minutes to go to his locker so he gives up and runs to his locker and to his English class and is immediately greeted with a smile from his new best friend Charlie and she can just see how shitty he feels so the second he goes for his seat she stands up and opens her arms out wide and Castiel just falls into them accepting the hug and sitting back down.
“So Cassie…” Charlie says grabbing her notebook and pen, “It looks like you’ve had a great morning.”
“Yeah” Castiel says sarcastically grabbing his English binder and settling down into his seat.
“You wanna talk about it?” Charlie asks but Castiel quickly responds.
“No, I’m fine. . . Thanks though.” Castiel says and Charlie smiles and gets ready for the class herself.
The class starts and about halfway through, the door opens and in comes Dean all confused and embarrassed and Castiel can't help but stare, as usual, but this time Charlie notices.
"So, uh. . . whatcha lookin at, or who, I should say." Charlie says while Dean shows their teacher his hall pass and takes his seat.
"Oh, um, nothing." Castiel says blushing and looking back down to his notebook to what he was just taking notes on and is quickly reminded of his problem.
He realizes that when Dean walked in, instead of taking notes, he wrote Dean at least 20 times which he quickly tries to cover up but it is already much too late and Charlie sees it.
"Oh yeah, sure." She says but by the time she starts talking once again, the teacher gets the class back together and Castiel has never been so thankful for his English teacher in his life.
Throughout the rest of the class, the only thing on Castiel's mind is Dean and he gives up on learning and paying attention and just stares at Dean for the remainder of the class. Every 20 seconds or so Dean will look his way and he and Castiel stare at each other until Dean makes eye contact with Charlie who is just looking at him with this big smirk on her face and Dean quickly looks away but almost instantaneously the bell rings and there is no escaping Charlie because her, Dean, and Castiel all share the next class. It also just so happens that Dean and Charlie are best friends as well so she grabs Dean and practically throws him at Castiel
"Hey Dean, this is Castiel." She says motioning for him to shake Castiel's hand but Dean just kind of stands there awestruck and in a daze so Charlie grabs his hand and grabs Castiel's hand and Dean manages to remember how to speak.
"Hi, my name is Dean, and I know you, you're Cas, you're new here." Dean says trying to save the small piece of dignity he has left and he acts all cool.
"My name is actually Castiel by the way, and I know you too, my cat bit you." Castiel replies almost running into a locker about 7 times throughout the statement but Dean just acts like he doesn't even notice.
"I know, but your name is long, and I like Cas better, unless you don't like it, but yes I remember your cat biting me. . ."
Castiel quickly replies in panic. "Oh no, I like it, it's just, no one has ever called me that before is all, I guess, and uh. . . I'm sorry my cat bit you." Castiel is still shocked that Dean is even talking to him.
"Oh no, it's cool." Dean says scratching the back of his neck.
"So uh, I'm having this game night where um me and my friends all order pizza and play video games and watch movies and stuff and I was wondering if... maybe, you'd like to come, I mean, unless you're not into that sort of thing which is totally alright I guess, it's just, if Charlie thinks you're cool, then I must be missing out on something." Dean says nervously and Castiel is on cloud nine.
"I'd love to come, when is it?" Castiel says, his voice almost cracking which is when he gets pulled back into reality and realizes that they are stepping into the classroom.
"Really, awesome! It's Friday, Charlie can give you a ride, she'll be there, see you then." Dean says and takes his seat smiling ear to ear for the first time in a long time.
Over the next couple of days Dean and Cas hang out a lot, realizing that they have a lot in common, from their schedules to their lives at home.
Dear Mom,
I met a boy named Cas today. He has these amazing blue eyes that just sparkle every time he smiles and I finally met someone that understands me. Ever since the fire. . . Dad just hasn't been the same. He comes home drunk almost every night, beating it out of his system, and I have to protect Sammy, so I take most if it, and all the money from my job goes to the bills and food and Mom. I just feel like through it all. . . I've lost a part of myself but when I'm with Cas I just feel. . . whole again, you know? And I know Dad doesn't approve but I can't help who I am, I just. Goodbye Mom, I love you.
With love, Dean