AN: Another Destiel I ended up starting ^^'' It's not going to be that long though, 5 chapters or so.
I was settled comfortably on the sofa, my legs folded very close to my upper body and a canvas stuck between them. My pencil traced his facial structure carefully, those green eyes that had just the right hint of brown in them flashed in my mind as I finished sketching them. I leaned back to see my work completely and I was actually rather pleased with the outcome. "Isn't that your neighbour you've been crushing on?"
I lifted my head to see Balthazar peeking from above the canvas, a small smirk creeping on his lips. I felt my face redden. Balthazar, being one of the few people close to me, had more than once seen me steal quick glances at my neighbour called Winchester, at least according to the name on his mailbox. Balthazar insisted that I 'fancied' him, but to me, he was just another pretty-face with fascinating features. Another challenge to paint. "I don't have a crush on him." I groaned and swung my feet to the floor.
"Oh, so you're not starting your third painting of him?" Balthazar said sarcastically and rolled his eyes. He wasn't wrong there, it really was the third one. I wasn't happy at all with the first two paintings, I just couldn't get the little details right. I never got the eyes to be the right shades or his nose was too small or his jaw was too pointy. I could name endless amount of mistakes I made and I could name dozen more every time I saw him again.
I walked to the wall where the two earlier paintings were and left the canvas next to them. "I can't seem to get him right." I said while stepping back to compare the three works. "I think I still have to work on the sketch before I start painting."
Balthazar threw himself on the sofa while eyeing the paintings. "You totally don't seem obsessive right now." He commented, to which I gave him a glare. He avoided it with a shrug. "Isn't your shift starting in half an hour?" He asked, but actually didn't seem to care. I guessed he wanted to borrow my apartment for something again.
"Yeah. I'm just going to change clothes and then head to work." I crossed my arms across my chest and looked knowingly at Balthazar. "What do you want this time?"
Balthazar laughed. "You know me too well Castiel" I rushed past him to the bathroom, but continued to listen. "I just wanted to spend some time with few friends. You know my place is too small." I wondered how many he meant with few. I decided not to ask, but I didn't even want to know what Balthazar's concept of spending time consisted of.
I shrugged, though Balthazar probably didn't see it, and proceeded to poke my eye with a finger to get on my contacts. "As long as you're gone by 1 am. I want to sleep after my shift." I blinked a few times, letting my eyes get used to the lenses. Running my fingers through my hair couple times, I tried to get the unruly curls to look okay before I went back to Balthazar.
"Why you must wear contacts? You look better with glasses." He commented as he leaned against the back of the sofa.
"I prefer contacts, it's more convenient." I answered, totally ignoring his opinion. I headed into my room, getting off my sweats and baggy t-shirt and replacing them with nicely fitting jeans, a shirt that was actually my size and throwing a warm cardigan on top. "You better not destroy anything." I reminded Balthazar while heading to the door.
Balthazar flashed his smile at me, which I ignored like always. "I promise I won't." He said and turned his attention back to his phone, probably texting a friend. "Oh yeah, I was asked to look for artists for a gallery opening next month. Would you be interested?"
I stared at Balthazar in surprise. "Sure, I haven't sold any of my paintings in a while so extra income would be nice."
"Great, I'll send you the info later." He said before his phone took his attention again.
With a sigh, I left my apartment.
"Welcome to Heaven. May I take your order?" I said with a cheery smile on my face. 'Heaven' was the restaurant I worked at, one of the most popular ones in the town actually. It was definitely on the fancier side, but not overly-expensive, so it was a popular place for dates. Though that was the fact I hated about the place: it was always filled with lovers.
"Dean? Is something wrong?" The woman from the pair I was serving said unsurely. I turned my attention to the man, Dean, and met a pair of impossibly perfect, but still familiar green eyes.
My body froze all over. It was that freaking Winchester staring at me and by the looks of it, he definitely recognized me too. "Do I know you from somewhere?" He said, even though he pretty much probably already realised that he knew me from somewhere. I felt a sudden urge to run and wasn't quite sure why.
I nodded, my smile reducing to a quite awkward one. "Actually, I'm your next-door-neighbour." A blush spread to my face. I never actually expected to talk to him. He was just another pretty-face from next door. "My name is Novak. And I- uh- I usually wear glasses. We've said hello maybe few times."
Winchester smiled in realisation. "Oh yeah, I remember you!" Then he noticed his confused partner and the fact that he was a customer in a restaurant seemed to come back to him. "Back to business." He laughed as he took the menu and eyed it for a second. I took their orders before I headed to the kitchen to give them forward.
"What was that about?" Gabriel said, grinning widely as he leaned against the counter.
I sigh and settled next to him while waiting for the cooks to finish the order. "That my dear friend was my neighbour." I ran my fingers through my hair to get few loose strands away from my face. "I never expected to see him here. Didn't seem like the romantic type." I heard Gabriel snicker and I glared at him. "What?"
He made that all-knowing face he always makes. "Your neighbour as in the neighbour who you are secretly in love with?"
My eyes rolled automatically at that sentence. "You've been talking to Balthazar, haven't you?"
"Aw, come on Cassie! Don't go denying your feelings." Gabriel teased. This was honestly one of the times that I was very tempted to strangle Gabriel. "Let me guess, you're actually very jealous of that girl he's with?" I shot a deathly glare at my co-worker, who only continued to laugh.
Raphael called Gabriel and he jumped up, straightening his stature and taking the two plates into his hands. "I guess that's my cue." He said and gave me a quick wink. "Good luck with your crush, Cassie." He commented before heading out of the kitchen.
I felt anger boiling inside me and I threw a dishtowel at him. "I don't have a crush on him!" I barked, but all I could hear was the idiot's annoying chuckle as he disappeared from my vision. I slumped back on the counter and the pissed off mood slowly crept all over me. I did not understand why they assumed that I had a crush on Winchester. I wasn't gay, I had never in my life felt attraction towards another male. Well, it didn't change the fact that during my 24 living years I had been with only one woman, which was probably quite an achievement from someone my age.
Once I returned to the table with their orders, I only found Winchester sitting there with a disappointed look on his face. "Here is your order." I said, setting down the two plates on the table. Winchester glanced at me, muttering a small thanks before falling to an awkward silence. "Is everything alright?" I asked without realising.
His green eyes returned to me in surprise. His mouth gaped open for a while before the words escaped his lips. "She broke up with me." He complained and took a huge sip from the wine glass. "I guess she didn't like me as much as I liked her."
"Do you want me to take this away?" I asked, pointing at the salad that Winchester's date had ordered.
Winchester glanced at it before he lifted the serving off the table and handed it over to me. "Go ahead. And could you bring me another bottle?" He poured the last of the wine bottle to his glass and emptied it with one gulp.
"Certainly sir." I muttered before turning around in my heels.
"Just call me Dean." He answered and stuffed a piece of that steak he ordered in his mouth.
I nodded. "Alright, Dean it is."
"Castiel, I heard that customer is your neighbour?"
I spun around, seeing Anna's fiery red hair and remembered how much I had enjoyed painting that part of her. That vibrant colour was absolutely amazing against her pale skin. "Yes. What that has to do with anything?" I looked at Winches- Dean over Anna's shoulder. He surely had had too much to drink as he had hard time staying straight even on the chair.
Anna gave me an awkward smile, so I knew she had something to ask of me. "Apparently he came here by the car, but he clearly isn't in a condition to drive."
"So you want me to drive him home?" I frowned and crossed my arms. Sure, I did own a few favours to Anna, but driving Wi- Dean's car seemed like a bad idea. I knew he was overly protective of his -67 Impala, he apparently called it his 'Baby'. By what I had gathered, he rarely let anyone else drive it.
Anna rolled her eyes like the answer was obvious. "Duh, you're the best one for the job at the moment."
"Can't you just call a taxi for the guy? He can pick up his precious Impala tomorrow." I sighed, running my hand through my hair and blinked a few times. I was starting to get tired and it was about time I should take my contacts off.
Anna pulled me closer so she could whisper in my ear. "Why the hell are you refusing? Wouldn't this be a good chance to get closer your crush?" She poked to my side and I tried to get away, unsuccessfully. "Also, I would like to know why I heard about this from Gabriel."
"You didn't hear about it from me because 'it' doesn't exist." I hissed. Anna Milton, the hostess at our restaurant, had been a friend of mine since childhood. She had known every crush I had had, including the one I had on her when we were in high school. That one never lead to anything though because Anna had been dating someone else at the time. Still she was someone who I could always count on.
She chuckled, which actually was a bit suspicious. "Just, would you do it for me?" She begged and kissed on my cheek. "I promise I'll try to get you an extra day off this month if you need one. Even if you need it with short notice."
I wondered at the last sentence for a second before agreeing to her offer. "I expect for you to keep your word." I answered before I stomped towards bathroom to change back to glasses before leaving. I could hear Anna yelling her thanks from behind me, but I didn't answer.
Soon I returned to the restaurant's side and to my drunken neighbour. "Dean?" I called, shaking him softly out of his slight drowsiness. "I'll drive you home, come on." He lifted his green eyes to me and I saw his lips move, but I didn't hear what he said. With a sigh, I pulled Dean up but almost fell over in the process. "Alright, try to stay up now."
Somehow we made it to the Impala and I shoved Dean inside before going in myself. "Whoa, aren't you getting touchy so quickly." He slurred as I went through his pockets for the car keys. The flirty expression he was making made my heart jump, for some strange reason, but I ignored it and eventually found the keys.
The Impala roared alive and the noise it made eventually settled to an even purring. The corner of my mouth tugged into a smile as I admitted to myself that the car was actually quite nice. I liked the relaxing sound it made when I steered into the street. I maybe even slightly understood why Dean was so attached to his car.
It didn't take long to reach the parking lot of our apartment complex. When I turned off the motor, Dean's closed eyes opened and looked around, still half-asleep. "Hey, wake up. Wouldn't your own soft be better to sleep in?" I muttered, climbing out of the car. Dean followed, though stumbling with his feet. We headed to the elevator and I pushed the button to the right floor while Dean leaned against the wall. He looked like he was about to puke, but luckily he kept it inside.
Our apartments were at the end of the hall. First was Dean's, then mine right next to it. I stopped obviously at Dean's door and begun rummaging his pockets for the keys. "Seriously, what's with the sexual harassment?" Dean laughed and I blushed slightly.
Upon finding the stupid keys I quickly opened the door for him before I turned around to face Dean once more. "You'll survive by yourself from here on, right?" I asked. Instead of a reply, his lips crashed into mine and I felt like he swiped me off my feet as he gave me the most amazing, hottest and sloppiest kiss I probably had ever had. For god's sake, I even whined when our kiss broke.
I would have collapsed on the floor if it wouldn't have been for Dean's arms that had moved on my hips. "Good night." He breathed while his mouth still lingered close to mine before letting go of my body. "See you later." He said as he dragged himself into his apartment and closed the door.
I don't know how many minutes I stared at his door in awe after that, but I was sure about one thing.
I wanted him to do that again.