Castiel's POV
I sit across the table from him. I watch as he rolls his eyes- his beautiful green eyes- for the seemingly billionth time. I see him scowl, his horrifying, yet gorgeous scowl, and then delete a line of text. Through all of this, he never loses his train of thought.
I take into my mind every visual detail about him. I will forever remember the way that he tilts his head to the right while typing, the serious, yet somewhat playful look on his face when he is deep into a thought, and how he wrinkles his nose every time that he is dissatisfied with what he finds.
I may be sitting right now, but I swear that I feel like I'm floating. All I want to do right now is to get up and go to him, to talk to him, to hug him, to kiss him, and to tell him how much I love him. But I can't. Ever since I saved him all those years ago, I have loved him.
I am, however, too scared, too nervous, and too cowardly to even look into my heart's desire's eyes. I am so awestruck by him that I am permanently at a loss for words. All that I can really say is that every time I see him, my heart races and my palms get sweaty, but, within that moment, that one moment where I just stop and appreciate everything, I discover time and time again the kind of man that I want to become.