It's not like Dean had planned it to be this way.
Their meeting had been so quick, so fleeting at first.
Just eye contact, nothing more,
But he had kept coming back.
Every single day, rearranging everything just to come here
It wasn't for him
Just for the nice walk home
Right?
Oh who was he kidding
The other boy sat in the field every day
Sketching who-knows-what in his notebook
An art student
He'd never be interested in the kid here on a football scholarship
They're too different
Dean swears he's not gay
But he's wrong
He is so wrong
This guy
This beautiful, wonderful, talented guy
Who Dean's never actually met
And yet he goes out of his way to see him
Why is this so hard?
His voice was so soft
So intelligent
Calming, yet alluring
The sound never left Dean's head
"I'm Cas"
"I'm Dean"
The only words they had exchanged
And yet
It brought him back
Every day
Always that longing to hear the voice again
Dean definitely didn't plan on this
On the sweet smile
On the beautiful blue eyes, like the sea
On the fall
He never expected the fall
The ray of sunshine taken from his life
There was never a chance
Never the right moment
And now, there never would be
Why did it have to be so hard?