Summary: AU. When Dean and his friends go on a summer break, he meets a boy who, despite the love they find, can't go back to Lawrence with him. They start to write to each other, and to his surprise the boy comes to Lawrence looking for him. Please R&R!

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or its characters.

A/N: My friend showed me a letter today from her boyfriend who lives at least three hours in the car away from her, and I thought that sending letters was the most romantic thing that a couple who live so far apart could do. And I was inspired to write this. Hope you enjoy!

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Dear Dean

Chapter One

As the plane landed at Daytona Beach Airport, Florida, Dean Winchester was incredibly grateful for the flight to be over. His best friend, Jo Harvelle, chuckled beside him.

"Dean, are you alright?" She asked, Dean nodding in response.

Sam, Dean's little brother, sat beside Jo's older brother Ash on the other side of the plane, looked over with concern at Jo who nodded at him softly, the younger Winchester smiling with relief.

"Can't wait to get showered." Dean laughed, the laughter as nervous as the look in his eyes.

"Alright, sweetheart we'll be off in a minute." Jo said with a snigger, Dean swatting her on the arm.

The group of four made their way through the airport, Dean trying to calm from his fear still. He hated flying. He'd always hated flying. He'd have happily driven to Florida, but that was too tedious for the others, so they'd flown instead.

"I can't believe that Crowley actually let me come on this trip before he got here." Jo chuckled, shaking her head, "He told me, though. 'No looking at other men'. Like I would."

"Sweetie, he's just cautious." Dean replied, "He doesn't think he's good enough for you."

"Well, it's the other way around." Jo stated, "I'm not good enough for him."

"Oh, Joanna." Ash laughed, "Don't be ridiculous. Meg gave me the same warning about girls, but she knows, as all women do, that I ain't gonna touch another woman. We've said 'I love you'."

"Ash, Meg considers all men pigs." Sam said with a huff of laughter, "Whether you've said 'I love you' or not, she still thinks you've got the potential to run off with another woman."

"And Dean's a prime example of a pig." Jo said, grinning as Dean rolled his eyes.

"Look, I'm the love 'em and leave 'em type, I'm sorry. I don't like to get tied down." Dean said, Sam nudging him.

"You will one day. You'll meet that one person who just sends your heart soaring." He chuckled, Dean shaking his head.

"Oh, God no...I don't wanna be all sickly and lovey-dovey like you are with Jess." Dean said, making a disgusted face which made Ash chuckle.

"You won't get anyone with a face like that."

The group laughed and made their way out of the airport, going to get their rented car to head over to Palm Coast where they'd be spending the three month summer. Twelve weeks of summer fun. Jess, Crowley and Meg would be joining them in three weeks in the large beach house they'd rented. Dean smiled. This summer was going to be amazing.


"Castiel?"

Castiel Novak shot up in bed, climbing out dressed in just a t-shirt and shorts before running to his father's room, finding the older man throwing up into the trash can by the bed.

"Oh, Father..." He breathed, "Father, are you alright?"

Of course he wasn't. His father was an alcoholic, and the previous night, he'd been as drunk as they came. Since Castiel's mother had died, it was all that had been. Alcohol, anger, upset and the occasional beating. It wasn't Castiel's fault that his mother had passed away, yet he got all the abuse, the angry and upset words, the ramblings of a drunken rampage. Like he was to blame.

His father spilled his guts into the trash can, Castiel sitting with him the whole time. After telling his father that a shower may be a good idea, Castiel went to make himself some breakfast. It was Saturday. He didn't have work until Tuesday, and he only worked three days a week at the local library so he had more time to care for his father should the need arise. That need came practically every day.

So, after his morning routine of freshening up, breakfast and getting dressed, today's choice being a pair of beige shorts and a light blue plaid shirt with short sleeves, he put on his favourite black pumps and headed out with a copy of Great Expectations in his hand. He walked to the beach just ten minutes away from his house and got settled on the sand, the warm morning sun shining down on him as he carried on reading from where he'd left it last time.

But there were voices disturbing his peace this morning, loud voices and the sounds of something being hit repeatedly. Volleyball.

"Great." He muttered, "That's my reading time ruined."

He looked over to see where the noise was coming from, finding three men and a woman playing volleyball further down the beach, nets positioned and teams clear. The woman was with an incredibly tall brunette man, that team facing him, while the other was made up of a guy with a mullet and a guy with dirty-blonde-brown hair. It was an unusual colour actually, now he thought about it. And that back was just so...muscular...smooth...tanned...God, it was strong too.

Castiel felt his face flush and he looked away, looking back again as that pristine white ball hit the sand behind the man with the muscular back, who, Castiel prayed, would turn around and reveal an ugly face, anything to put him off wanting to lick and kiss that smooth expanse of skin that covered the man's back. But the face that was revealed was the most beautiful face Castiel had ever seen in his life. Eyes green, lips full, smile present as he went to retrieve the ball.

But those green eyes met his blue ones, the two holding a lingering stare for a moment which sent butterflies fluttering around Castiel's stomach, goosebumps up on his arms and shivers down his spine before the man with the emerald eyes smiled at him. Castiel smiled back with a thundering pulse and racing heart, and watched as the man turned away to continue with the group's game.

The twenty-four year old sighed, returning to his book and wishing that something would change in his life where he could actually be with someone he wanted. He'd always wanted to find that special someone, and if this man was that special someone, he was screwed. Castiel's father would never permit it. Not ever.

An hour later, Castiel got up and left, heading back home to drop off his book before going into town, anywhere to be away from his father.

"Morning, Chuck." He said quietly as he entered the small café by the book store in town, his childhood friend smiling at him from behind the counter.

"Morning, Cas." The owner, Chuck Shurley replied, taking in his friend's perturbed look, "You okay?"

"My father's hungover again." Castiel said softly, "And...I'm in trouble."

"Ohhh." Chuck said knowingly, making Castiel his usual decaf coffee with no milk or sugar, "You've met someone."

"Not quite." Castiel replied, "Seen them. Seen...seen him."

"Oh, no." Chuck breathed, "Not..."

He looked around to ensure his wife Becky was not in the room to hear him before whispering to his friend as he sat beside him and placed the coffee on the table in front of Castiel.

"The one?"

"I think...I think I've fallen..." Castiel began, sighing at himself, "What am I saying? I can't be in love, I've not even met him, I've just...seen him."

"Yeah, we established that." Chuck replied, "Let me guess. You got goosebumps, shivers, butterflies and your heart was pounding like you wouldn't believe."

Castiel gazed up at his friend who laughed and patted his shoulder.

"Believe it or not, I was the same when I first saw Becky."

"Yes, Chuck, I was there." Castiel replied, sighing with defeat and resting his head in his hands, "What will I do?"

Just then, the door to the café went again and Castiel looked up to see that same beautiful face again, feeling his cheeks redden immediately before he looked away, Chuck fighting back a laugh.

"That him?" He whispered, closing his eyes at the sound of his wife's voice cutting through the café, opening them again to see Castiel looking over at the guy, who Chuck had to admit was pretty good looking.

He smiled at his friend who looked ready to burst into tears and he rubbed his arm gently.

"Leave it to me."

-TBC-


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Thanks for reading so far!

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