A/N: Just a short something I wrote on tumblr and decided I sorta liked. Some fluff to cure all the angst in the show.
When you hear stories about how time freezes when you see that one person, you never believe them. I sure as hell didn't believe them. Then I saw him. Blue eyes so bright and hair that was closer to black than brown. He was like an angel, and I wanted him to be mine.
He stood in front of the room, his face flushed with nerves and his hair barely covering his eyes. He shuffled his feet and wrung his hands and I couldn't help but hide a grin behind my hand. Of course he was nervous. We were a small town high school where being the new kid would make him stand out like a sore thumb.
He stuttered out a name, Castiel, and he had to say where he was from, Canada. Then the teacher sent him to an empty desk, the empty desk right next to mine. His eyes met mine as he was shuffling to his seat and I gave him a slow, easy grin, which in turn had him blushing and stumbling before falling, not so gracefully, into his chair.
"Hi Cas," I said, easily shortening his odd name. Cas looked up surprised at the nickname but quickly ducked his head and let his hair cover his eyes again. "I'm Dean."
"Hello," he murmured, his voice was low, musical.
"So, Canadian?"
"Yes."
"Why'd you move down to Kansas? That's a pretty long drive."
He shrugged and slid a textbook out of his bag, opening it on his desk. Along with the textbook came a pair of glasses. They were those rimless, reading glasses. He pushed them up his nose and completely ignored me.
Great, studious. The minute he meets Sam they'll go into nerd-speak and I'll be the odd one out.
"So," I started, grasping for some sort of conversation starter. "How are you liking Lawrence?"
"It's… quaint," he said, and that was that for the rest of the period, well that was the last that was said. I spent the rest of the period shooting looks at him, trying to take him all in.
I want to see if his hair is as soft as it looks. I clenched my hands into fists to keep from doing just that. Wow, this guy must be a siren or something.
The minute the bell rang I gathered up my books but instead of dashing from the classroom like usual I lingered. I waited for the new kid to talk to the teacher and then I fell into step beside him. He glanced at me, and I grinned.
"What's your next class?"
"Um…" His eyes scanned his schedule. "English."
"Awesome. Me too. I'll walk you."
"You don't need to-" But I'd already grabbed his wrist and was pulling him down the hallway, chatting happily.
This guy, this Cas, was an angel, of that I was sure, and he would be mine, even if it took some time.