This is a suburban AU I've been itching to do for a while. It's so nice when you have a laptop that has word! and proper internet connection... That's nice too.

Disclaimer: I do not own supernatural or it's characters, but I do own the few OCs that'll be running through this fic.

Moving was never as easy as people made it seemed, a fact Castiel Novak found out a little too late as he attempted to single handedly move into his new suburban house from his last one he used to share with his now ex-wife. Their break up wasn't messy in fact it was the opposite. They parted as good friends, due to his wife realizing she just didn't love him enough to start a family he so desperately wanted. Not to mention the cultural differences. He was a devoted catholic, rarely straying from the bibles teachings while she as an atheist who took a jab at his faith whenever the opportunity presented itself. She found it rather silly he believed in something he could never see but he suppose that's one of the reasons he loved her, she was real and down to earth. It honestly was a surprise though that they got married in the first place.

With a groan, Castiel lifted a particularly heavy box. It probably carried his records and record player. Can't have one or the other, he thought as he struggled to move it inside the now slightly empty house. He planned to do so much with this quiet little home. It was a little rundown, the last owner being an elderly lady who couldn't keep up the maintenance of the house.

It was a small one floor house, only two bedrooms and one bathroom. Just enough for him being he was living alone. With the second bedroom he was still trying to figure out if he'd make it a small office for himself or a guest bedroom for when his Dad or one of his brothers come to visit come Christmas time. The outside of the house was a faded blue weathered down by the elements but gave it a nice look that Castiel decided to not paint over. It gave the house some character. The house even had these off white shutters surrounding the one large window in the front that looked into his living room. Under the window was a small flower bed filled with a rose bush. He thought it was perfect because in the spring he could have roses to give out to people he cared about maybe even dye them different colors for different people. In short, Castiel thought it was perfect.

Castiel looked over the box he was carrying to look at his house again. Yea, it was perfect. He was rather lucky that the sweet old lady who lived here, Mrs. Plumfliht was her name, thought to sell it when she did. It just meant the Lord had some special plans for him and wanted him to live here. With a smile he began his slow pace to the house again. Jesus Christ, when did his record player get so heavy?

With that as a thought, Castiel's foot caught on a bit of his walkway that stuck out, something he would have seen had the box not been in the way.

"Woah there!"

The falling adult was halted in his path downwards by a pair of strong hands and a beaming smile. The new comer had one hand holding the box up and the other was wrapped around Castiel's waist to stop him from falling face first onto the concrete. With a small grunt, his savior pulled him up after setting his cardboard box onto the ground. Castiel eventually got himself orientated and finally looked up at the person who stopped him from going for a trip to the hospital. Wouldn't that have been a nice first day in the neighborhood?

The local hero was smiling down at him, about an inch taller than him but enough of a height difference where looking slightly down was comfortable for the taller man. His brown hair was cut short slightly angled upwards in the front that gave him a different look then most. His face was well defined and could have been from a statue but the freckles through that look off. He was as wearing just a simple black t-shirt and some loose jeans but not so loose he looked like the teenagers that ran around with their pants at their knees. It just looked right. But it was his eyes that caught Castiel's attention the most. They were bright green and it felt he was looking into a forest. They held knowledge that no one should have but showed years of just having fun. Castiel felt he could just look at them forever but was shaken out of his musing when the stranger started talking.

"You okay?" He asked in a deep voice that was kind but weathered. It reminded Castiel of an old piece of wood, soft but rich in color. "That would have been a big mess if I didn't get to you" He smiled at Castiel again, before looking up at his new home. "Oh! So you're the new home owner? I guess old miss grouchy decided I was too much for her after all. "He gave a laugh as if it was a joke he didn't find all that funny but learned to deal with over time. Eventually he put his hand out to, the still slightly surprised he almost fell, Castiel who quickly took it with a quick shake. "I'm Dean Winchester by the way."

"Castiel Novak." He replied when he realized that talking was actually pretty good in social situations.

Dean just looked him over for a second before smiling yet again. "Well Castiel, you ever need anything I live right next door. It's been fun, new neighbor. Try not to fall when I'm not around to save you, kay?" With that Dean jogged off to his two floor home that was to the right of Castiel's and saluted to him before entering his house and closing the door with a soft slam.

Castiel just stood there for a few moments, wondering why in the hell was he blushing before picking up his box of record player and record and stepping over the crack in the walkway this time.

Oh no what are these new feelings castiel's found himself having? and who is that Dashing neighbor that appeared in Cas's time of need?

answers, He's feelings stuff. Can't say yet too early. And that dashing neighbor was Dean Winchester, he just said so.