Chapter 1: Rainy Days
A very depressed Cas awoke to the sound of heavy rain. It was the first day it had rained since January. Castiel peeked at the gray clouds from his bedroom window and lugged himself over to the bathroom. The whole world was black and white to him. It was like he was lifeless, and there was no hope for him. He quit his job at Clarence Cafe, a place he used to love so much had become a depressing site of crying in the storage room and not being able to smile at the customers.
He rarely went outside but today felt different. He thought he might go for a walk to the park and sit on a bench. He needed to feel the cold little rain droplets that could accompany him on his misery. He often threw pity parties for himself alone in his apartment but for some reason he felt he should throw one outside for once. He stepped outside and took a look at the gray buildings and the black cars. Not one drop of color.
Cas arrived at the park, practically soaked, with sopping wet hair that looked to be black and stained glass oceanic eyes that no one seemed to notice anymore. He sat on the first bench he saw as he quietly viewed the abandoned playground. He was quite freezing as he sat there alone until he noticed a man walking towards him. Cas knew he was probably just going to walk right past him. People never stopped to talk with him.
Cas was alarmed when the man sat right next to him and looked deeply into his cerulean blue eyes.
"Aren't you cold?" the man asked in a deep voice.
"A bit," Cas replied, and for a minute he could've sworn he saw a hint of green in the man's pretty eyes. It was the first time he had seen a color in months. Cas just convinced himself that his mind was playing a trick on him.
"Why are you sitting here in the rain?"
"I like it." God, Cas thought. I must sound like a complete idiot.
"I like rain too," the man said. "I'm Dean. Do you mind if I sit here for a bit?"
"No, not really," Cas admitted. He wasn't lying. He actually quite wanted the man, Dean, as he was now informed, to sit with him. Castiel thought it was very peculiar that he was actually enjoying someone else's human contact, but he thought it was more weird that someone actually wanted to engage in conversation with him. He looked back at Dean and saw the glimpse of green again. It was brighter this time.
Dean looked over at Cas staring and Cas looked away quickly. Dean smiled.
"What are you smiling about?" Cas asked.
"Nothing, I just could've sworn I saw a shade of blue in your eyes. I thought the world had always been in black and white."
"You mean, I'm not the only one? My family, my old friends, they all saw the world in color. They thought I was crazy. I feel like I'm stuck in a black and white film."
"No kidding! I thought I was the only one too!" Dean sounded ecstatic and Cas laughed. This was a day of firsts.
"My name is Castiel." He smiled at Dean.
"Pleasure," Dean said, smiling back.
They sat together in the cold rain for awhile. Talking about anything and everything. They were both laughing and smiling the whole time. There was one thing Castiel Novak was certain of, and it was that Dean's eyes were a bright forest green with drops of sticky honey that seemed to melt onto white canvases that ended up as masterpieces that sold for millions of bucks in top notch galleries.
They both finally had to leave, but not before Dean gave Cas his number. He flashed Cas his perfect white teeth and Cas smiled back.
"I'll call you!" Cas said as he took the piece of paper from Dean's sculpted fingers.
"You better," Dean said with a wink and began walking away.
"Hey, Dean!" Cas called. Dean turned and looked back at the drenched man in a trenchcoat.
"Yeah Cas?" No one ever called him that, despite how it was what he preferred to Castiel.
"Your eyes are really green."