Dean Winchester had only been in love with two people in his entire life, or the twenty nine years of it he had lived so far. The first was a woman named Lisa Braeden, when he was twenty three; they had met on the street, Nicholas Sparks style- you know, where she drops her papers and he picks them up?
They started dating. For a while, Dean forgot all about every crush he ever had, and he began to believe she was the one he could start a life with- whatever that meant. Yes, he began to believe it with every fibre of his being… until that one hot, August night when Dean came home from a grocery run to find Lisa and the air-conditioning installation guy in flagrante dilecto. (Basically put, very naked.)
It started as a romance movie, and it sorta ended like a bad comedy, except the joke was on Dean. It was hard on him for a while, but when he started getting out again, he realized she hadn't even been worth it. He knew the right person was waiting for him.
Which brings us to the second person he had ever loved- a man by the name of Castiel Novak. It all started one rainy night in a piano bar on New Years Eve, when he was twenty five.
A/N: This story has graphic smut, super angst (mentions of suicide attempt, minor character death, and mentions of drug addiction.) If you don't like any of that this may not be the one for you :) While it's sad at some parts, though, a lot of this story is pretty funny, so keep that in mind as well. xx
