The greatest love stories are always the most tragic; The ones that are remembered are not the ones where they live happily ever after, but where they both die tragically, always missing out on a real true love that they may or may not have had. The saddest love stories though are the worst -the stories of unrequited love, where one member of the couple will love the other way more then they could ever hope to be loved back. The best love stories are not in fact love stories at all but all encompassing tragedies. And I'm sorry to tell you this is one of those tragedies of unrequited love and obsession , and if you turn back now I wont hold it against you, because normal happy people dont want a tragedy they want a happy story where the couple lives out their days together and have 2-4 children. But if you like me, love to read sad hopeless stories, continue reading my friend, but be prepaired for the feels and emotional roller-coaster.

Castiel sat in the same spot everyday, 6.5 meters away from Dean Winchester, not directly in front, but not directly behind either, but at a 45 degree angle. Castiel did this purposely so he could stare into the beautiful green of Dean's eyes -the gem like beauty; the deep dark depths of greens- without Dean knowing he was doing it. At this angle maybe he could not just be staring at Dean or maybe he could be staring at the girl next to him or the guy behind or the lecturer up front. So if Dean ever outed him on it he could have an excuse -that he wasn't staring at Dean, tracing the outline of his face, counting his freckles and committing every perfection and every flaw to memory, so he could pull it out at will and trace his face again- but rather gazing out at the class in general.

No Castiel knew he would never forget Dean's face, could never forget Dean's face. But the sad part was Dean would never remember his face, Dean never knew he existed, he had never even said two words to Castiel. Nor ever acknowledged his presence. For all Dean knew Castiel didn't exist at all. This was okay with Castiel because he could stare at Dean's face uninterrupted, or so he told himself. But there came the day when Castiel had had enough. That he decided he would talk to Dean, force him to acknowledge his presence.

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"Castiel, When are you going to talk to him already?"

"Who?"

"You know very well who. Dean Winchester. You spend all economics staring at him and i bet he dosent even know your name."

"Stay out of it Anna."

Anna was the new student and for some reason she had decided to befriend shy Castiel the loner. She was at the moment Castiel's only friend, but Anna had a major flaw -that made it hard for her to make friends. She was reallly nosy, and like to interfere in other people's life. She called it "helping", but it irritated people to no end -and that was the main reason why she didn't keep friends for long. Anna promised her self that she would try to hold back on doing this at her new school, but seeing Castiel pining after Dean; (When Dean didn't even know Castiel even existed) was just too tragic for words, and Anna was ever the helper. So she couldnt watch this go on any longer.

"No I will not. You mope around all day, waiting all day for economics, counting the minutes. You get there early, sit in the same spot and stare at Dean the whole lesson. Then you always come out disappointed, -even though you deny it- when Dean dosen't look back at you, or even spare you a seconds thought."

"Are you always like this Anna? No wonder you don't have any friends. You are rejected by everyone and forced to hang out with me, and I only hang out with you because I have no one else. So do us both a favour and piss off. I never liked you anyway, I was only pretending for the sake of being nice."

Castiel had hit a sore spot and Anna had tears in her eyes, as Castiel walked away it made him feel a bit guilty, but not enough to turn back and appoligise.

The worst part was that Castiel knew Anna was right. He did do all those things and more. He had for two years now, pinning after Dean Winchester, ever since the very first day when he had first laid eyes on the perfection that was Dean Winchester. He had stared at Dean for so long, (the first time), that Dean had caught him out on it. Then Castiel had made a weak excuse and ran off and, no more was thought of it by Dean.

Castiel was over pining and being pathetic, so he took his chance and decided to speak to Dean for the first time.