Ello :)
I be slackin'… I'm not kidding, I've been procrastinating from everything and anything possible. My Science Fair paper, history essay, algebra, I'm even procrastinating from all my other fanfics. I've been procrastinating Fifty Ways to Annoy Fang for 3 months. ._.
Opps.
Anyway, this is a Supernatural multi-chapter AU fanfic (Rated T for language but rating may go up *wink*) for Destiel BECAUSE IT'S THE MOTHERFUCKING OTP.
Ahem so I hope you enjoy :D
Dean Winchester met Castiel Novak on September 17th of 2013 at 5:47 pm at a bus stop somewhere in Lawrence, Kansas. The summer had ended much too quickly for Dean's taste and he had to wrap himself in his leather jacket to stay warm. The crisp breeze whipped the falling autumn leaves into a flurry as they fell in cascades of red, orange and brown, crunching under pedestrian's feet. Dean had lived in sleepy Lawrence for all his life and you would think he would know by now that the bus here was unreliable but no. The 5:30 bus was late so that meant Dean was late and he was quickly becoming irritated. He was going to go back to his apartment, take a quick shower, then walk over to the fancy restaurant where he was going to meet his super-smart 25 year old little brother who was coming home to visit him from Stanford with his girlfriend.
And he was late.
Dean was contemplating the idea of running home when a man with the bluest eyes Dean had ever seen, the craziest bedhead and a trench coat that made him look scrawnier than he probably was trip and fall on his face literally two inches from a speeding car.
"Jesus man! Are you okay?" Dean quickly asked, striding over to make sure the man was alright.
The man had gotten up and brushed himself off, making no sign that he had heard Dean, when he turned around and jumped at the close proximity of him.
"Are you alright?" Dean asked again.
The man stared at him before he slowly nodded, a confused tilt to his head that Dean found endearing but would never admit.
"I'm Dean," he said finally, holding out his hand.
The man cautiously took it and then dropped it while Dean waited expectantly for a response. When the man realized Dean was requesting something or was trying to make a conversation, he quickly fumbled with one of the deeper pockets of his trench coat and brought up a notepad. Quickly, he sprawled out a word on a fresh page and held it out for Dean to read.
Deaf, it said in quick, elegant handwriting usually acquainted with professors.
"Oh shit, man, sorry, I-" Dean stumbled before he realized his mistake, slowly turning red. The man gave him a small smile. Dean made a gesture for the man's notepad and pen which he received and wrote on the same page, glancing up to see the man still watching him. Dean handed it back.
I'm sorry, I didn't realize. I'm Dean. Dean's handwriting was much more rough and coarse compared to the man's and contrasted prominently on the page.
It's alright. My name is Castiel. Are you waiting for the bus?
Yes, I've lived in this town for 29 years and the bus is still always late.
29 years?
The bus came five minutes later and the next two pages of Castiel's pad were filled and included each of their phone numbers.
Sorry, it's really rushed and probably not my best writing :/ Hopefully the next chapters will be better. Did you like this idea/story/crappy chapter? Did you hate it? R it seriously makes my week. :)
-Firelily