Dean.

He had golden hair, green eyes, and God so many freckles. So many little tiny freckles, that I at some point made my goal to kiss every single one of them. I liked to run my hands through his hair, even if it was kind of hard to do since it was sorta short. Other times, I enjoyed seeing how many times I could kiss him before he woke up and asked me what the hell I was doing. My record was 57. I still want to beat that. I know I can.

Dean came from a rough past, so I figured that's why he was the way he was. He was...troublesome at times, but I wouldn't have changed a thing about him either way. Under all the douchebaggery and dickiness that I saw so often, he was still really nice and sweet and loving. And that was nice, but maybe I liked the asshole part of him, too. In fact, maybe I loved it. It's what really made him stand out from the other boys. They at least had some manners. Dean never really said 'please' or 'thank you' much. Well, there were some exceptions, but those are exceptions I found very sexy. And he hated apologizing. Apparently apologizing must kick you out of the 'macho and manly club'. But in my opinion, if apologizing is deemed unmanly, then I don't know how the hell he lived with himself having sex with guys. I guess things didn't count with me. As long as it was just him and me and no one was watching, he could be as sweet as he wanted, and apologize for everything.

Dean's parents divorced when he was young. His dad stayed in California and his mom went back to live with her family in New York. Each parent got equal custody. Dean would spend the spring and summer with his father and fall and winter with his mother. Since Sam – Dean's younger brother – was still nursing, Mary got full custody of him, but allowed John to visit him and talk to him freely if he wished. By the time Dean was 8, his dad had remarried and had another son – Adam. Dean didn't like Adam too much. Yeah, he was family, but after Adam was born, their father and his wife seemed to forget about Dean. John would take Adam to baseball games and concerts – things he never really did with Dean. And since Mary was so busy raising Sam, Dean didn't really talk to her much when he wasn't living with her, so he was really alone and had no one. I suppose he wanted attention or just to be acknowledged and I felt for him. I knew what it was like. The only difference is, I knew what it was like to be ignored by kids at school. This was his own family that couldn't' give a shit about him.

Dean acted like it never got to him – like he didn't have feelings, but I knew better than that. I saw the anger and envy in his eyes when he was with Adam, and the way he'd light up with pride when he was talking about his 'baby brother', even though when I met Dean, Sam was 13 and nowhere near a baby. I, personally, didn't appreciate the way that John treated Dean, ignoring him like he was never there, but Dean still adored the man either way. He wasn't too fond of his step-mother though, but he didn't hate her. She was still good to him and treated her like one of her own. Dean thought that John just didn't like him because he was a reminder of his failed marriage.

I'd like to say that I don't understand how someone could not like Dean, but I could completely understand. I didn't like him the first time I met him myself. He had what most people call a 'chip on his shoulder'. And a large one. I tried my hardest to overlook it. He meant well. Sometimes. Other times he was just a dick, but aren't we all at some point?

Golden hair. Green eyes. A fuckton of freckles. I couldn't have asked for a better summer.

A/N: Oops! I started a new story didn't I? I had a really long car trip and it popped in my head and it wouldn't leave me alone. Fuck. But it's told from Cas's POV and stuff. AND OMFG GISHWHES. IM SO EXCITED AND SCARED AT THE SAME TIME. *SQUEAL*