Dear Dean,

It's been a week since you finally agreed to go out with me. I've never been happier than the day you said Yes to me.

It was a thursday and we were in English together, you were wearing a plaid shirt, tight blue jeans and a worn out leather jacket. I was sitting next to you, and it was torture, I felt like every single atom of me was trying to make me get closer to you. Maybe that is the reason why when Mr. Crowley asked me to go to the black board I fainted and fell on your lap.

You were graceful and even if you had a teenage boy on your lap, you still took me to the ward. You carried me on your lap, and although I can't remember it, I've been told you were gentle and that my head was laying softly on your shoulder.

Everyone tells me that you stayed with me while the nurse check out my blood pressure and that you only left when your brother called you.

I woke up alone, and when the nurse got back, her first words were "Your boyfriend is worried sick about you!" with a light chuckle. I didn't know what she was talking about so I tilted my head, that was also the moment you walked back inside the room and started throwing me questions that made my head dizzy.

"I'm okay." Was the only thing I could answer; I had no idea why you were so pissed at me, we've only talked during the most boring classes and even then it wasn't about anything interesting.

The most important thing was that when I tried to speak, the first thing that got out of my mouth were the words "Will you go out with me? Like… On a date?" and your answer was a simple "Yes.". You smiled at me and I felt my whole body relax, breathing lightly and even a smile crossed my lips.

That was one of the most important things, you agreed to go out with me, and then, on the next day, I took you to the cinema and we watched a Marvel movie (Thor II was brilliant, shut up Dean!) and then we had dinner on a restaurant near the cinema. It wasn't a fancy restaurant, it was mainly a diner, only with buffay and loads of different food to eat. Steak with chips was my meal and you teased me when I mentioned liking cheeseburgers. Why else would you want to eat one in front of me and moan the living shit out of it? "Ugh, Cas! You have no idea how good these are! Hmmm…" But my steak was delicious as well, so I told you to shut the fuck up and moaned deeply around a forkful of juicy red meat. Everything changed when you asked for that piece of pie… That damn thing had you moaning and making it incredibly hard to concentrate on actually eating my ice cream, it was so hard to ignore the way you licked the spoon clean. Jesus fuck! I wasn't even sure how to hide the hard line pressed against my jeans that felt like a sign saying I HAVE A HARD ON, COME SEE!

Anyway, you moaned your way through the pie and I was supporting a raging boner by the end of it. When you finally deemed yourself satisfied we walked around the park, discovering empty trails; you held my hand whenever I lost balance and at some point you just didn't let my hand go. We walked close to each other, and by the end of the night I left you in your place, offering a kiss on your cheek, because let's be honest, if I gave only one kiss on your lips I would never let them off my mouth again.

Today is Saturday, and thinking about that our date last night makes my stomach turn and releases the butterflies, making me all giddy and tingly.

I can't wait until we go out again.

Love,

Cas