A/N: So I was issued a challenge to write a Dean/Cas story, but I don't really ship Destiel, I mean I've read a few cute stories before, but it's not really my kinda ship. However, I canNOT turn down a challenge either; so I've decided to do a fem!Cas/Dean AU. Idk if it's any good but I hope y'all love it! Leave me some reviews, I would love some love! =]]

Wise men say only fools rush in.

Well, wise men had never met Dean Winchester.

It was too easy to fall for him, too easy to rush in. You can't really blame me. He was charming, charismatic, drop dead stinkin' gorgeous, funny, caring, compassionate, loving...the list goes one. I count myself lucky to have known him, even luckier to have called him my
own.

Even if it was only for a little while.

6 months ago...

"Cas, c'mon!" Ariel urged as we ran down the hall. We were late for our history of Italy class.

Again.

This was certainly not going to impress Professor DeLucca. We had already been late to his class three times that past week. I just knew the man hated us. I didn't blame him though; I wouldn't like anyone who came to my class late, especially since the students had paid a lot of money to be taught by him. But I didn't really blame us for being late either. It's hard to concentrate on getting to class on time when you were in Italy.

I was studying abroad in Tuscany for the summer right after my senior year of high school. It was an opportunity I just couldn't pass up. My parents and brothers weren't a hundred percent thrilled with me being gone for five months but I really wanted to go so I went. We left about two weeks after graduation and were due to return a few weeks before classes started at the university. I had gotten a scholarship at the New York Film Academy. This program was offered to all freshmen. There were two different programs you could choose from; photography and cinematography.

I chose photography.

I've always wanted to be a traveling photographer for as long as I can remember. I want magazines and books all around the world to want my pictures. I've been obsessed with photography since I was 3 years old. My older brother Michael gave me my first camera. It was just a small disposable one but I've been hooked ever since. That's one of the reasons why I was always so late to class; there were just so many things to capture through my lens. I couldn't help myself.

"Castiel Novak and Ariel Cooper, may I ask why you are late to my class? Again?" Professor DeLucca asked, his voice laced with irritation. I could feel heat rise to my cheeks as everyone in the class turned to face us.

"Sorry." We both muttered.

"Please take your seat."

We quickly sat down at our desks and paid very close attention the rest of the class period. Of course he still asked us to stay after to talk about our 'indiscretions.'

"Girls, you can't keep doing this," Professor DeLucca started. "Being late a few times is okay, but this is the fourth time this week."

"Sorry Professor." We replied.

He quirked an eyebrow.

"Scusate." We amended.

Italian had to be used in our normal every day dialogue during classes. They didn't expect us to be fluent or anything, but small phrases like 'good morning' or 'I have to go to the bathroom.'

"I accept your scusa, but both of you will owe me a report on Monday."

I bit back a groan. I already had a ton of homework and my Advance Photography class wanted eight water in motion photos by Monday as well.

And of course I hadn't started it at all and it was Friday.

"I want a five-page report on the life of King Victor Emmanuel II."

"Five pages?" Ariel asked in shock.

"Si, cinque pagine."

"Yes sir." I replied, elbowing Ariel in the side.

"Arrivederci." He said, walking out of the classroom.

"Ugh! This friggin' sucks!" Ariel complained as we made our way out of the classroom.

"Well, this is the fourth time we've been late..."

"Yeah but it still sucks!" She whined. "I'm going to the computer lab, you coming?"

I smiled at my blonde headed friend. "Nah, I've got some pictures to take for my Advance Photography class."

"Boring!" She teased.

"Yeah, yeah, go have fun in the computer lab nerd." I retorted with a wink. She waved at me and I grabbed my camera and backpack from the dorm. It was stifling hot so I quickly changed into shorts and a tank top. I figured a quick trip to the beach would get me at least three or four really good water in motion photos for my project so that's where I headed.

There are a lot of cities in Tuscany and we were in the most beautiful in my opinion.

Castiglione della Pescaia.

I cannot even begin to explain the beauty of this city. Everything is so bright and vibrant. Some of the colors on the flowers that grow here, I have never seen before! The sky seems to always be clear, and the beach has the absolute softest sand...

I get distracted easily here.

I walked to the beach, snapping pictures on my way there which of course made the normally 15 minute walk, thirty minutes. The beach wasn't as crowded as it usually was. Tourists filled the sandy shores most of the time. It didn't matter though, I knew a spot that was always empty. I liked to think of it as my own piece of Italy; private and completely my own. It was a small little mini-pool of water that was hidden by cliffs on the right hand side of the beach. The little pool flowed into a small ravine and the ravine goes into the ocean. I knew I could get some really nice shots.

I quickly took off my sandals and slipped my feet in the cool water. It was heavenly and I couldn't help but sigh in content. The water rippled as I moved my feet slowly around in the water and I snapped a few pictures of the resulting small waves. I got a few good shots when I heard someone clear their throat behind me. My head whipped around and then my breath caught in my throat.

"Boun pomeriggio." The most gorgeous man on the face of this planet was leaning against one of the rocks. He had dark blonde hair that was slightly spiky. He was tan, but nowhere near the tan that most Italians had. He had on khaki's and a white button up shirt.

I of course replied with, "Uh huh..."

The man smirked and I blushed deeply.

"I take it you speak English?"

I looked up at nodded, still unable to really say anything.

"Are you sure?" He asked with a slight chuckle.

"Um...yes?" I replied, although it sounded more like a question. He walked over and sat down next to me. This close to him I could see that he had stunning eyes. I'm not gonna be cheesy and call them 'emerald orbs' or anything like that, but they were truly the brightest green I had ever seen.

"What's your name?" He asked.

"C-Castiel Novak." I told him, not even thinking that he could be some creepy weirdo that wanted to rip off my skin and wear it at his next birthday party.

"Nice to meet you Castiel, I'm Dean. Dean Winchester." He stuck out his hand and I shook it tentatively. His hand felt warm and my skin tingled slightly as he pulled his hand back.

"What are you doing out here all by yourself?" He asked. His voice was deep and slightly gravely, it was a very nice sound.

"I'm um...I'm t-taking pictures." I held my camera up slightly.

"Tourist?" He asked.

I shook my head. "Study abroad program."

"College?" He asked, sounding somewhat hopeful.

I nodded.

"What're you studying?"

And then my head finally cleared.

"I should go." I stated, slipping my feet out of the water and back into my sandals.

"Wait." Dean called, grabbing my wrist.

"I have a lot of homework." I told him. "I really should be going."

"Please don't go." He pleaded, releasing my wrist.

"I'm sorry, I really do have a lot of homework." And I wasn't lying about either one. I truly was sorry. I would've like nothing more than to just sit there and talk to the handsome stranger, but I was all alone in a foreign country and I could hear my mother and brothers screaming at me to leave in my head.

"Will I see you again?" He asked as I turned to walk away.

"Do you want to?" I asked, completely shocked that he would even toy with the idea of wanting to see me again.

"Of course." He answered, looking confused as to why I would ask such a thing.

"I-I-"

"Please?" He tilted his head slightly and looked like a cute little puppy dog and I couldn't help but smile. His returning smile was brilliant and full-blown; like Christmas had come early or something.

"I didn't say yes." I told him.

"But you will."

"A bit sure of yourself aren't you?"

He shrugged, a crooked smile on his face that took my breath away.

"How do I know you're not some creeper?" I asked, quirking a brow at him.

He laughed at that. "If it'll make you feel better, I work at the bakery in the Gallia Palace Hotel. You can ask my boss if I'm a creeper."

"Maybe I will." I responded defiantly.

He laughed again and my stomach fluttered. His laugh was just as pleasant as his voice.

"You can stop by there tomorrow if you'd like...say around 12:15?"

"Why 12:15?"

"That's my lunch break." He replied with a wink. I let out a giggle and blushed deeply. I was a total sucker for a wink. My legs always turned to jello.

"Okay." I finally said.

"Yeah?" He had that hopeful look again.

I smiled. "Yeah."

"See you tomorrow then Castiel."

"See you tomorrow Dean."

As I walked away I couldn't help but think what in the world had I gotten myself into.