Castiel Novak was blind. Had been since he was in an accident when he was six. Black was all he could see. He had a guide dog called Michael, who he took everywhere with him. It was because of that dog that he met the love of his life.

He was out for a walk. Castiel wasn't necessarily in the mood for a walk, but he had to so Michael could get the exercise a dog needed. His complete trust was in the golden labrador, every time they went out.

Today, Michael guided Castiel to the Starbucks that was in the small town he lived in. The dark haired man sat down at the first table he could, reaching and fumbling with Michael's collar and lead, unclipping it.

"Sir?" A woman asked. Castiel looked up in the vague direction the voice came from.

"Yes?" He smiled politely.

"I'm sorry, but you can't stay in here without buying anything if you're on your own."

Cas then felt a hand on his shoulder. It gripped tight and Cas winced at the tight squeeze on his shoulder.

"He's with me." The man said. Cas had never heard this man's voice before and to be honest, he was kind of scared. He couldn't see this man that was touching him so affectionately and the thought of this scared Cas so much he couldn't open his eyes. Not that it made any difference, but he felt it shut the world away even more, and he could pretend that he wasn't blind for just a few moments.

"Oh, I'm sorry sir." Cas could hear the clack of the woman's heels on the tiles. The man behind him loosened his grip and sat in the chair across from Cas.

"I'm Dean." The man said, a smile obvious by the sound of his voice. Cas knew Dean would be holding his hand out to shake his, but Cas didn't want to fail finding the hand that had gripped his shoulder.

"Castiel." The blind man mumbled. He looked down in the direction of Michael and rubbed behind the dog's ear.

"What's his name?" Dean asked. Castiel guessed he was talking about the golden canine beside him.

"Michael. He's my guide dog."

"Oh my god. You're blind. I'm so sorry, I-"

"Why are you sorry?" Cas tilted his head, finally facing the man who helped him. "You helped my stay in here. Michael always brings me to a coffee shop. Never in here before though."

"Well, welcome to the best Starbucks ever." Cas smiled at him.

It had been three years since Dean met Castiel. This angel that saw the world in beauty even if he couldn't see it. Over the years, the two had become more intimate, taking their friendship to boyfriend levels.

Dean was a tattoo artist. Every few months he came home to their apartment with a new tattoo. He would let Cas try to figure out the tattoo from the slight bump it made on his skin. Dean would then describe the tattoo in so much detail, Castiel had a perfect view of it in his mind.

Michael had grown a lot more and had grown to like Dean more than Cas could have hoped. Whenever Dean, Cas and Michael would go out, Cas would hold onto Dean's hand or arm with his left hand, and the lead with his right. It was wonderful for Cas.

One day, Dean came home with a new tattoo, but he didn't let Cas guess. He sat them both down on the sofa and pulled Cas into a deep kiss. He pushes the blind man's hand to his left wrist, letting him feel the new ink marking his arm.

Cas opened his eyes when all he could feel was a series of dots patent on his boyfriend's wrist. He guided him fingers over it once. Twice. Three times. Cas pulled away in a gasp. From his hand on Dean's cheek, he could feel the smile spread across the tattooed man's face.

"So?" Dean asked.

"Yes." Cas answered, pressing his lips against his boyfriends, missing slightly and kissing his cheek before finally meeting his lips. Written on Dean's arm in braille was:

Will you marry me?