Castiel found the first letter as he was closing the store Friday night. It was as he was folding an unraveled blanket. The slip of paper fluttered from the cloth to the carpeted ground. After placing the blanket back on the shelf, Castiel picked it up and carefully unfolded it. He shouldn't be doing this. It wasn't his, and it could be private... But his curiosity got the better of him, as per usual. When he read the first line, his eyes widened in shock.

Dear Castiel,

I hope this note finds you. I know you're the one who cleans up after hours. Your brothers are too self-absorbed and lazy to do so.

I just want to let you know that I admire you, Castiel. Your body, your mannerisms, your smile. Today, when you walked by me, I nearly touched you. I want to. And soon, very soon, we will be together. This I promise you.

The letter was unsigned.

Castiel shivered, glancing about the empty store. Some creeper had been right by him, had nearly touched him, and he hadn't even noticed. And how did this person know about his brothers? They rarely visited the family shop, and they never broadcast that they were related. Well, Gabriel did, but not the others.

Suddenly, Castiel crumpled the letter up and threw it in the nearest garbage bin. Whoever had left it was twisted in the head.

Hours later, after closing up, Cas drove himself home. He didn't notice the dark figure standing at the corner of his store.

Two days later, he found another note tucked under a book on his desk.

My dear Castiel, it read in neat letters. Yet again I could not bring myself to touch you. I will soon. As soon as I have you all to myself. Yesterday, when you placed your hand on the arm of the man in the blue suit...I almost killed him. I was so enraged that I could not write to you. But I cannot blame you. You do not understand that we are destined to be together. But you will.

Sleep tight, Castiel.

Feeling violated, Castiel crumpled it up and almost threw it away, but stopped himself. Maybe he could show it to the cops, if things got out of hand. But it wouldn't get that far, right? It was just... Too creepy to be a prank. Certainly no one he knew would do this. And not many people knew his family. So the only logical conclusion was that this was real. Someone was watching him.

Why was this happening? He hadn't done anything to anyone in his life. How had he caught the eye of a stalker?

AN: Yeah, short chapter. Sorry. They will get longer, promise.

Thank you for reading this. I wrote it ages ago, and decided to put it up just 'cause.

Hope your day (or night, most likely) is as fabulous as you are. :3