A/N: Welps, I've been wanting to write a fic with a 2014-ish Cas for a while now, and I have been experimenting with it a bit in a few requests but I'm thinking if I took a serious shot at it this is what it might look like.
Got any feedback for me?
This isn't the first time that you've woken in a strange place and couldn't quite recall how you got there. Slowly you drag yourself into a sitting position and take stock of your surroundings. Light is filtering in through old and broken boards barely held together by rusty nails to make a ramshackle shed around you. Patches of clovers grow sporadically around the dirt floor and they are soft and wet and fresh beneath your fingers. Wind chimes are hung from the ceiling, the walls, the headboard of the creaky wrought iron bed in the corner. The glass and silver, the copper and brass, they all shine in the early morning light and you get a little breathless in the wonder of it. That's when a gravelly voice from nearby breaks the growing sense of isolation, "They're supposed to keep out evil."
A boy about your age is lying next to you, half naked and starting to prop himself up on his elbows. His hair is dark, mussed, and full of dirt. His eyes are an electric blue that steals your voice, and there's light stubble framing thin, pale pink lips. He's beautiful and intense and you have no idea who the hell he is. "What?" you croak, throat dry.
"The wind chimes- I collect them because they are supposed to ward off evil." he rolls his eyes at the statement, but you can see in his eyes and the twitch of his lips that he wants to believe it. The way he looks at you- it makes you shiver, but in a good way, and if you're reading things right…. You start to lie back and as you recline, you cup the back of his head and drag him with you. When he rubs his nose along the tip of yours, you know you did and so you kiss him. Even though you don't know who he is or where you are, he truly is gorgeous and he makes you feel- you're not quite sure how to explain it yet.
He chuckles into your mouth and pulls away gently. "Morning breath." he whispers before kissing both of your eyelids and standing up. You bite your lip to try and keep back a smile as you watch him search for his shirt and shoes. You are missing your jacket and you think your underwear might be gone, but right now it doesn't really matter. You remember that your dad is probably worried sick waiting for you- all alone in the new house and wince. There's no way in hell you're gonna come out of this one scot-free. You have to go- the sooner you get home, the better, but there's something you have to do first.
You get up and cross the room grabbing him by the waist and burying your face in the nape of his neck, giving him one hell of a love bite. "What the hell?" he tries to sound mad, but you can hear the laughter trying to fight its way free.
You shrug and nibble at the shell of his ear, "So I can find you later." You turn him in your arms so you can get a closer look at this mysteriously alluring guy and are shocked by the tenderness in his gaze. "Y'know, since you can't be bothered to give me your name." you smirk as he purses his lips and pinches at your sides.
"Actually I already did, but I guess it just wasn't that important…. Dean." he dances out of your grip and plays offended as he practically glides to the door and disappears outside it. Whoever the hell he is, you like him. A lot. And so you run after him, a grin breaking out across your face, but when you get outside he has already disappeared. Instead of getting on your nerves, this just makes your heart sing with the thrill of the chase. Oh, this is going to be fun.