Chapter 1

"I think Gabe's friend likes me," muttered Anna, while laying her head against Castiel's lap. They were watching something Castiel would never chose to watch himself, but she seemed to enjoy it, so he was happy to watch it with her.

"Gabriel has a lot of friends, you're going to have to be more specific," Castiel replied, resting his hand gently in her hair. He cherished the time he spent with his sister, as it was a very little amount, and enjoyed her company when they were together. More so than his other brothers, who would constantly pester him about how his social life was non-existent, and he would never get "laid".

"Dean. You must have seen him. He's here all the time," she exclaimed, lifting her head of his lap, and curling her feet under where she was sitting. She was leaning slightly forward, a sign Castiel noticed as her getting exciting, and he hoped this boy wasn't going to break her heart.

"The name doesn't ring any bells Anna, so he can't be here that often," Castiel sighed, searching his brain to recognise this person called Dean, but he couldn't remember anyone saying the name.

"Well you're constantly in your room, which is probably the reason you haven't seen him yet, and he only just moved to our school around 2 months ago . He is gorgeous Castiel, literally the hottest guy I have ever seen in person. His eyes are not just green, they are green green. Blinding green. The brightest shade of green you can get. You have to see him," she gushed, her hands flailing around for dramatic purposes. Castiel let a smile inch over his face, while watching a light behind his sisters eyes light up, and he really hoped this guy liked her back.

"I'll make sure I come out of my room and see him one day then," Castiel said, but he was drowned out by the stream of words that continued to come out of Anna's mouth.

"I am 90% sure he likes me, as I caught him wandering around the house, which he claimed was "him admiring it", but I'm pretty sure he was looking for him. Why would anyone ever look for Lucifer? And when I pass him in the hallway's he always smiles, and Meg gets seriously jealous," she enthusiastically said, and was sort of bouncing up and down from where she sat. Her usual sophisticated way of talking had slowly faded, as she became more and more exited about this boy.

"I'm sure he does Anna," Castiel reassured her, placing a hand on her shoulder to calm her down. It's seemed to work.

"He should come tomorrow, he always comes after school on a Monday. Will you come downstairs to meet him, and maybe deduce whether he likes me or not? Maybe also put in a good word for me, I know Gabe is all talk no action," Anna asked, although it wasn't really a question but more of a request.

"My people skills are rusty, I don't think I'm going to be much help," Castiel sighed, knowing he wasn't going to get out of this. The idea of having to talk to someone who he didn't know made him uncomfortable, and he thought it was quite rude of her to ask for something that she knew would be a stressful experience for him. However it was clear she liked him, and she was right in thinking Gabriel would never help.

"Please, please please."

"Not for long though," Castiel muttered, giving in to her pleading eyes, and regretted the decision right away.


His palms were sweating slightly, but only slightly, and talking to people was good. He needed developed social skills in life, as he was going to get nowhere with the amount he had at the moment. He had done a little research in school, asking Chuck, one of the friendlier boys in his class, whether he knew a boy called Dean.

The facts he had learned were:

1)Dean's last name was Winchester

2)He either had a brother or sister who also joined the same time as him, but was younger (not sure how much younger though)

3)He was in Gabriel's year which was the year above

4)He had joined a little over 2 months ago

5)Girls loved him

6)Had a serious dedication to pie

The last one made a lot of sense, as although Gabriel hated apple pie, it had appeared on the shopping list quite a few times in his handwriting.

Castiel had loosened his tie, taken off his jumper and rolled up his shirt's sleeves in trying to look more casual. He had even sat in strange peculiar positions across his bed to add in a couple more wrinkles to his trousers.

His slowly made his way down the steps into the kitchen, where he awkwardly stood for a few seconds, taking in everything.

Anna and Gabriel were both sat on the living room, Anna staring towards Dean in the kitchen, and Gabriel engrossed in the video game he was playing. Dean was stood in the kitchen with his back towards him, spreading butter on some bread, and sandwich fillers laid out next to him.

"Castiel!" Anna squealed, getting up and heading towards the kitchen. Dean jumped in surprise, spinning around and dropping the knife, which made a clattering sound as it hit the ground.

"Shit," he muttered, bending down to pick it up, while flicking his eyes from the knife to Castiel every second.

"I'm Castiel," he awkwardly said, his eyes glued to Dean's face. How was it even possible to look that good? His eyes were the colour palate of an over grown forest, and freckles were dusted around his nose that were compelling to count. And his lips, his lips.

He stood back up placing the butter knife on the table, and wiped his hand against his jeans. He extended it for Castiel to shake, and oh his hands. How was it even possible to be attracted to hands? He managed to pull himself together and shake it, fighting down a blush that threatened to colour his cheeks.

"Dean Winchester, pleased to meet you," he said, and his voice was too much.

And then it dawned on him. This wasn't a normal feeling you get towards a person. You don't normally want to jump their bones, and explore every each of their skin with your lips.

Not a boy, please don't fall for a boy.