Heaven's Gate: A Destiel AU

by The Profuscus

A Destiel AU where Sam and Dean are still hunters, however Castiel is... the proud owner of a second-hand bookstore. Sam and Dean drop by to do some research for a hunt, as per norm, however, Dean and Cas' acquaintanceship soon becomes a friendship and we all know where that leads. Warning: There will be angst. Cover is not mine but the text is (sorry its cut off)

1. Emeralds for Eyes

Chapter 1:

Cas

A/N: Hey! If you are here to indulge in my terrible writing, well thanks! I apologize in advance. I'm only on S2 of SPN so my knowledge of the character Castiel is limited. However, a friend, doctorsaywhatnow, on IG, said something about wanting a Nerdy!Cas Destiel fic and well, I just couldn't help myself. I liked the idea so much, I am planning on keeping the story going for as long as possible. The chapters are in pairs (sort of) for example, Ch 1 focuses on Cas, while Ch 2 tells about the same events but it focuses on Dean. Most chapters will either focus on either Cas or Dean but there will probably be some that focus on Sam (or someone else). All feedback is accepted and appreciated! Enjoy.

Ding! The bell chimed as the door the to the rickety book store swung open. Castiel looked up from the book he was repairing, and everything was fuzzy. With an impatient sigh, he pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. Two men had entered the book store. Normally, Castiel wouldn't have paid much attention, but these men didn't exactly look like the type of people who would hang around in second-hand bookstores. One of the pair looked a little out of his depth, gazing around the book store as if wondering what he was doing in such a place. Castiel couldn't help but wonder the same thing. He was wearing a dusty leather jacket, jeans, and combat boots. Castiel glanced out the windows of the shop to see that the car they had driven in was what he called a "cool guy car". It was a black muscle car. A classic it looked like. Castiel had no doubt that the man in the leather jacket knew every single detail about his car. He was surveying one of the shelves with... distaste? Castiel felt a fleeting pang of embarrassment. What was wrong with his bookstore? Nothing, he thought to himself, there is nothing wrong with my bookstore. These two were most definitely out of place. "May I help you?" He asked. The pair looked over to him. "No thanks," the taller one said politely. "My brother and I are just gonna look around a bit. Also, would it be alright if we just hung around and read for a while?" Castiel nodded, wondering what they could possibly be browsing for. "Thanks. This way." He said. The shorter of two was staring at Castiel. Castiel blushed and looked away. My God, are his eyes green, like he has emeralds for eyes, he thought. "Dean." Said the tall man. Dean turned and followed his brother among the shelves. Castiel noted they headed towards the mythology section. "Dean." He whispered under his breath. He liked the way the name felt on his tongue. "Dean." He whispered again, before sliding his too-big glasses back up, and returning to the damaged book.