The Sunday summer heat was nearly unbearable, beating down upon the people foolish enough to stand out in the open. Unfortunately for Dean Winchester that's exactly where he found himself, out in the open. His once, freshly pressed white button down shirt ((The only thing church worthy that he owned.)) was now sticking to him where sweat had drenched through the fabric and his stiff, gelled hair was now flat and limp, due to the moisture in the air. The day was just as miserable as he was, and the stuffy church atmosphere wasn't helping. If it were up to him he wouldn't be here at all, but his father insisted that they attend the church charity event and help out the community as much as they possibly could, and he was never one to tell his father no.
This particular church charity event was to raise money for new front row pews, the ones with fluffy little cushions reserved for the Pastors family. Dean of course could care less about the comfort of the first family's rear ends, it all seemed a bit selfish to him but there was nothing he could actually do about it, so he just smiles when appropriate and lifts the heavy objects for the frail elderly women of the church. By the time that they had finished setting everything up for the silent auction, the cake walk, the bake sale and the childrens game booth he was positivly drenched in his own sweat and panting like a dog, but there was no time to stop and search out something cold to drink. They still had a cotton candy machine, pretzel stand and dunking booth to set up. So instead of taking the break he so badly needed he continued on, picking up the heavy machine used to make the sweet candy floss and toteing it to the designated spot, sitting it down with a heavy thud.
A soft tapping on his shoulder pulls his mind away from the heat induced haze that he was slowly drifting into and he turns his head to look over his shoulder. What he see's there stuns him, taking away the polite, yet clipped, response that he had prepared. His already dry tongue becomes somehow even dryer and sticks to his mouth, rendering speech impossible. Instead all that leaves him is a rushed breath of air, that sounds suspiciously like a deflating balloon. There, standing behind him with an ice cold bottle of water in his hand was the most beautiful boy he had ever seen in his life. Shaggy brown, almost black hair -desperatly in need of a comb- covered bright blue eye's, like the ocean on a clear day. The boy was tall, just slightly shorter than Dean himself and obviously timid if his withdrawn posture was anything to go by. The small, shy smile on his face sends a flush of warmth straight into Deans stomach, pooling in his veins and rushing through him until his heart is feeling especially warm.
"H-Hi...I um...I saw that you were working really hard...a-and you hadn't had a break yet...so I th-thought you'd maybe need a drink." A soft, sweet blush spreads across the boys cheeks as his teeth scrape nervously across his bottom, slightly chapped lip, only making him appear even more frail than he was before he spoke. The smile that breaks across Deans face is no doubt the goofiest thing, showing off teeth and gums and causing his eye's to crinkle at the corners, but he doesn't care. Not right now anyway. No, right now his focus is honed in on the adorable creature standing in front of him. His sexuality is no secret to him, he'd always know that he had a soft spot for boys as well as girls, but he'd never been so affected by either gender before. In school he was the cool guy, on the baseball team, sitting at the popular table. Of course, they didn't know about his love of the male figure. Nobody knew, not even his little brother Sammy, and they were super close. In this small town the small sin of loving someone with the same parts as you was just as bad as murder, and John Winchester had no doubt drilled that bullshit into Sammy's head. Right now he didn't care. His charm was turned all the way up and for once he wasn't ashamed.
"Wow...I mean, yeah, thanks! I'm pretty sure if I keep going with out a drink I'm going to collapse." He reaches a trembling hand out and takes the bottle of water from the other boy, twisting the cap open in one swift move, bringing it to his lips and taking a long swig. He drains half of the bottle in one gulp and pours the rest of the bottle over his head, cooling him down immediatly and drenching his white shirt. He'd be lying if he said that he wasn't partially showing off, hoping the other boy was paying attention to the set of abs, formed by vigorous baseball work outs and weekends at the school gym, that were now completely visiable through the drenched fabric. He lets out a soft breath of relief and opens his eye's to look down at the shorter boy. If the wide eyed look and deep blush on his cheeks is anything to go bye Dean is pretty sure that he was paying attention. Which also means that at the very least the boy was into guys as well as girls. This conclusion causes him to smirk before tossing the empty bottle into a nearby trash can, flexing his toned arm muscles as he does so.
"So, I don't think I've seen you around here before. Are you new to the church?" The question seems to catch the other boy off guard as he looks up at Dean with wide blue eyes, as if the answer to his question is obvious. A whole minute passes before either of them speaks, the silence makes Deans heart hammer in his chest and his stomach tie itself into knots. Just as he's about to turn away and get back to work, so that he can pretend this never happened, a small voice catches his attention. His eye's snap back to the boy in front of him and what he see's there melts his heart. Hunched shoulders and a defeted look make up the aura of his new friend, as if he's done something wrong and he's waiting to be punished.
"I'm sorry, what was that? I didn't hear you." The other boy jumps and then looks back up at Dean once more, this time he takes a deep breath and squares his shoulders, faking confidence.
"I said, I'm not new to the church...M-My fathers the pastor. I had assumed that since you were helping with the fundraiser you were a regular member of the church. I'm there every Sunday, in the front with my family..." Once he's finished his little decleration he deflates again, taking any chances Dean thought that he might have had with him.
"Oh, I um...I actually am a regular member of the church, I just um...don't exactly pay much attention to be honest. My Dad makes me come and I usually just kind of...drift away during the sermon." The confession comes rushing out of his mouth before he can think to stop it and after it's already out he's kicking himself and cursing mentally. "Oh! I'm sorry, that was probably really offensive, I mean. I didn't think before I decided to let my mouth get away with me. I'm kind of an ass that way." As soon as the curse leaves his lips his eye's widen and he looks around, waiting for someone to scold him. "Crap. Sorry. I...I'm really bad at this...and now I've made a complete fool of myself. Geez. Shut up Dean." A small giggle breaks his awful string of rambles and automatically he freezes, the sound warming up his insides and causing his heart to leap nearly into his throat. It's got to be the single most adorable sound he's ever heard and by damn it, he's going to make damn sure he hears it again.
"Dean...Well, at least I got a name out of all of that...don't worry. I'm not offended by your lack of attention to my father or your use of the word ass." The bright smile that shines back at him now is nothing like the shy, timid thing that greeted him at first and it nearly takes his breath away. He stares for a moment before realizing that he probably looks like a giant creep and looks away, clearing his throat.
"Well, you've got my name, what do I call you?" Once again the other boy pulls his bottom lip into his mouth between his teeth and then pulls it out again, his eye's shift back and forth, scanning the crowd of elderly women and small families before they land back onto Deans sun reddened face.
"C-Castiel...my name is Castiel." Castiel's voice, though timid, is deep and husky, and it makes it's way down Dean's spine and straight to the pit of his stomach right above his groin where a small familiar heat pools. The feeling causes Dean's cheeks to heat up even further, traveling across his face and down his neck, making his freckles stand out even more in the hot afternoon sun. His over active teenage mind drags out at least 20 different scenario's within the span of a single moment but he catches himself before the last, most innapropriate scene plays into something to dirty. It wouldn't serve him well to pop a boner in the middle of a church function. He forces his attention back to the very real star of his fantasies and nearly curses out loud at the adorable little head tilt that greets him.
"S-So, Castiel. That's a pretty strange name. I don't think I've ever heard anything like it. A bit of a mouth full really, you mind if I call you Cas?" Luckily for him the sentence comes out slow and steady, like he's actually gained control of his slipping composure and he silently thanks whateverGod is listening that he doesn't sound like a complete moron.
"Yes well, my father is a pastor after all and Castiel is the Angel of Thursday. My brothers all have biblical names as well. Gabriel, Micheal, Lucifer, and then my sister Anael is also of the bible." Castiel gives his shoulders a small shrug as if all of this knowlege is common sense and for a pastors son maybe it is but Dean hasn't read a single page of the Bible and could honestly care less about the names of the angels, well, except for the angel standing in front of him. A small smirk works it's way across Dean's features and before he can stop himself he's speaking.
"Hmm, I guess I've got my very own angel then." The tone of his voice comes off as cocky and sure but inside he's kicking himself. His heart pounds painfully against his rib cage and he's almost positive that Cas can hear it because it sounds like somebody has hooked him up to a loud speaker. His cheeks heat up a heady red that he can thankfully blame on the heat as he looks up into the clouds, begging for any force that will listen to strike him down right here and now.
"Well, I like to think that I'm more of a devil really. Ya know, wolf in sheeps clothing." The smirk that crosses over the other boys face is unmistakable and it catches Dean by surprise. Here he was making the assumption that the shy boy that had greeted him was just that, shy. He never expected anything even remotely sexy to come out of his mouth. The shiver that runs down his spine is instantanious and this time he can't stop it from reaching that coil in his gut. He takes a moment to regain himself, apparently he takes a moment too long because the smirk on Castiel's face drops into a frown.
"Oh. Did I read that incorrectly? I'm awful at social cue's. I had assumed that that was a flirtation and Gabriel says that when a person gives you a flirtation and you are sexually or romantically interested in them that you should send a flirtation back. That is one that he taught me. Was I out of bounds? Perhaps I misjudged you. Are you not a...-" He looks around before finishing his sentence, making sure that he won't be over heard. "homosexual?" The last word is whispered and causes Dean to raise his eyebrows in surprise. Nobody has ever been this blunt with him, not about their sexuality. Especially not in this town, in this town people would prefer to share their streets with a seriel killer as opposed to a member of the gay community, so people kept it on the down low. He's only ever had sex with a few guys and they were all from out of town, young men who had stopped through on a business venture or a vacation pit stop with their families. Maybe not the best way to seek out partners but a guys gotta do what a guys gotta do, even if it does involve lying about your age. A little too late he realizes that he has yet to answer the waiting boys question and by the look on his face he is becoming more and more worried about Deans response.
"Oh, Um yeah. I..I like-" He too looks around to make sure they aren't being eaves dropped on before he contiues quietly. "guys. I'm bisexual I mean and yes, I was flirting with you. Don't worry. I just wasn't expecting that kind of response. I'm not used to flirting with anyone around here that has a dick." His eye's widen again and he flinches a bit, forgetting where he was for a moment. "Crap, I'm gonna put my foot in my mouth one of these days."
Castiel chuckles once more and opens his mouth to speak when he's interupted by the sound of someone calling his name. His eye's travel over to a short man with sandy blonde hair and molten whiskey eye's, a lollipop is shoved into his mouth and one of his hands is shoved into his pockets, the other waving in the air to gain Castiel's attention. The other boy let's out a soft sigh before looking back at Dean.
"Well, I suppose that means it's time for me to go. Um...C-Could I give you my phone number? Perhaps you could call me some time?" The end of the sentence comes off as more of a question than a statment and is finished off with Cas' hopeful eye's focused on him. He gives what he hopes is his brightest smile before he nods and pulls a small, cheap flip phone from his pocket, handing it out to Cas and blushing a bit at the peek into his families fanancial struggles. Cas doesn't flinch though as he takes the phone from Deans hand and enters his number, shooting himself a text message, if the ding from his pocket is any indication. Once he's finished he hands the phone back and gives Dean a small wave.
"Well, I'll talk to you another time. Goodbye Dean." With that said he skirts past Dean, leaving the scent of honey and sandalwood behind. Dean takes a large inhale, letting his eye's drift closed for a moment before opening them again and looking dreamily after the man that he knows is going to end up occupying his late night fantasies. He is startled from his oogling by a small, middle aged women taking his hand, her cocoa skin a steep contrast to his reddened flesh. He looks up into her knowing eye's and raises an eyebrow.
"You better get back to work and quit staring at your friend there. Wouldn't want the wrong person to notice." At first he thinks that maybe he should be afraid but one look at her kind yet stern expression tells him that he has nothing to worry about and he let's himself relax. Of course he could trust Missouri, she's been a trusted friend to the Winchesters since his mother was alive. He bends down to her level and plants a sweet kiss to her cheek before giving her hand a gentle squeeze and a nodd, making his way over to where two other church men are setting up a booth.
"M-M-M. That boys gonna be in for a world of hurt one of these days." With a final shake of her head Missouri saunters away to oversee the dunking booth. There are rumors that the pastor himself is going to take a turn in the tank and she would pay a pretty penny just to see him doused in water.