"Castiel, I told you an hour ago to go to the woods and fetch some water!"

The voice of his mother rang from the kitchen, causing Castiel to stir in his sleep. He had had every intention of getting up and doing his chore, but before he could he had fallen back asleep on his stone mattress that he called a bed. His mother, a frail woman with straw like dark hair and dirt that seemed to stay permanently smuged on her pale cheeks, then appeared in his doorway. She looked tired, like she usually did, but Castiel guessed he couldn't blame her considering she had a countless number of children and had to work her fingers to the bone every day just to live and provide for everyone. She gave him a sad, almost disappointed look from the doorway, but didn't say a word. Her hollowed out bluey grey eyes seemed to pour into her son, unblinking and unmoving. Not meeting his mother's gaze, Castiel then stumbled out of his sheets, quickly patting down his messy unbrushed black hair.

"Right. I'm sorry, mother. I'll get some as quickly as I can." He said. His mother just nodded before going back to the kitchen, leaving the doorway empty once again. Castiel sighed before changing out of his old clothes and putting on some fresh ones. He quickly combed out his hair with his dirty fingers then splashed some water on his face, attempting to clean any filth that might of accumulated over night. Next he slipped on his worn out brown shoes that had a small hole right on the toe. After he grabbed a wooden bucket, he set outside then sattled onto the family horse named Angel, a beautiful black murgese horse with a worn out saddle they had gotten for free off a shady man that had been living on the streets. Castiel gently pet her long midnight black mane before pulling on the reins and riding to the forest just outside his small village.

Castiel loved riding. He loved the way the wind hit his face and the rush as Angel sprinted through the woods, snapping twigs and crackling leaves under her hoofs. They galloped to the rushing silver stream that ran through the center of the forset and Castiel stopped Angel, gracefully jumping off her then tying her reins to a tall oak tree. Taking the wooden bucket with him, Castiel leaned over the side of the stream, dipping the bucket in the water and watching as the liquid fell into the pail. Once it was full, Castiel lifted it out of the water and started to head back to his horse. He only made it a few steps before he tripped over a stray root, sending both him and the bucket of water falling to the ground. The water spilled close to him, only about a third of it actually hitting him and the bucket landing about five feet away from him. He muttered something profain under his breath, then stumbled back onto his feet. Then that's when he saw him.

A young, beautiful fawn with surprisingly green eyes was lying underneath a bush, obviously wounded. Staring at it with curious eyes, Castiel bent down next to it, examining him with curious eyes. He quickly diagnosed that the fawn had broken his hind leg, and was incapable of walking or even moving. Cradling the young deer in his arms, Castiel quickly thought up a plan on how to heal this fawn. Searching for a small twig, he soon found one then placed it onto his leg and bounded it with a strip of his shirt he had torn off. He then sent down the fawn, a smile dancing onto his lips as the young doe took a cautious and clumbsy step away from him. Castiel gently pat the fawn's head then stood up and went back to his horse. Just as he was about to saddle back onto Angel, the sound of crunching leaves came from behind him.

"Castiel, right?" A man's voice came next, causing Castiel to tense, a short gasp escaping his mouth. Castiel slowly turned on his heels to be greeted by a man behind him, his arms crossed and something resembling a smirk on his lips. The man was beautiful, just as beautiful as the fawn he had rescued. He even had the strikingly bright forest green eyes like the young deer had. He had tousled blondish brown hair and a splash of freckles on his face. His profile was muscular and just a bit taller than Castiel's. Castiel almost felt self conscious with the man standing in front of him.

"H- How do you know my name?" Castiel stuttered, smoothing out his hair and moving his eyes down from the man.

His playful smirk stayed plastered onto his lips. "I know things. Thank you for healing me, Castiel."

Castiel looked up with a confused expressions. "Healed-? Oh." It hit him as he saw the makeshift cast he had made for the fawn lying on the ground and the matching gleaming green eyes that both the man and the fawn shared. "How did you do that?"

"I'm a shapshifter." The man said simply, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

'Of course.' Castiel thought to himself, like he would of ever been able to guess that. "What's your name?"

He suddenly started walking closer to Castiel, causing him to tense up more with every step closer he took. Soon the shapeshifter had a hand on Angel's mane, stroking the horse. "You have a lovely horse."

"Your name." Castiel responded, a hint of danger in his voice.

The shapeshifter let out a goodnatured laugh. "Right. The name's Dean." He held out a hand, turning his attention away from the horse.

Castiel hesitantly took Dean's hand and shook it. "Dean what? You got a last name?"

Dean shook his head, dropping his hand from Castiel's. "Nope. Just Dean."

"Uh huh."

"What? I'm being serious!"

Castiel smiled for the first time. "Yeah, yeah, I know."

Then there was suddenly a chill in the air, shaking the branches of trees and rattling their leaves, a cloud blocked the sun, removing any warmth that had been in the air. The playful expression fell from Dean's face,along with the glint in his kaleidoscope green eyes. "I have to go now Cas. Thank you, again, I don't think I would make it if you hadn't helped me."

"Wait," Castiel stopped him before Dean turned away, he wanted to ask the man how he had healed so quickly and effortlessly, but instead settled on a different question. "Cas?"

The shapeshifter smiled then winked at him, a bit of light returning to his expression. "It's a nickname. Meet me here tomorrow, Castiel." He let his lips linger on his name then took his hand, planting a gentle and chivalrous kiss on the skin before turning around and transforming back into the delicate fawn in a flash of golden green light, then bounding off into the bushes.

Castiel watched as he disappeared, dumbfounded about whatever had just happened. He shook his head then quickly recollected the water from the stream then rode back to his house, the full bucket of water expertly placed on Angel so it wouldn't spill during the ride. Once he got to his house, he handed the bucket of water to his mother who accepted it wordlessly. Castiel then retreated to his room, unable to get his mind off of the stunning and, though Castiel wouldn't admit it outloud, alluring shapeshifter he had encountered in the woods.

Author's Note;

|- This is my first writing I've posted on the site, so please feel free to critique me on what I can do better for future chapters/writings and I hope that you enjoyed this first installment and will continue to read others! I will try to update every week or so, though some times it may take awhile considering I tend to procrastinate everything and also have school and family and stuff :) -|