Summary: AU. When Dean and his friends go on a summer break, he meets a boy who, despite the love they find, can't go back to Lawrence with him. They start to write to each other, and to his surprise the boy comes to Lawrence looking for him. Please R&R!

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Dear Dean

Chapter Two

Castiel focused on his coffee. It was swirling slightly in the cup, and the steam gently floated up from it as he concentrated on it. Anything to avoid being a part of what Chuck had planned. Whenever Chuck tried to set him up he always got nervous, however, more often than not, it worked.

"Chuck?" He said softly, his friend looking back at him, "Just...just leave it, okay?"

With that he dropped some money on the table for his coffee and left, deciding that today wasn't going to be a day where he was rejected by the most beautiful guy he'd seen in years. It wasn't like they'd get anywhere anyway. No-one seemed to like virgins, and the guy was just too gorgeous and probably too rich for him, judging by the designer clothes he wore.

Castiel trudged back unhappily to his home, settling on the bench on the porch with Great Expectations once again held in his hands. He concentrated on the words, trying to ignore the aching erection he'd had since he first laid eyes on the man with green eyes.

Half an hour into his book, he looked up to see the same group of four walking up the path to the large house across the road, probably renting it for a while. That made Castiel feel sadder. The gorgeous green-eyed man wouldn't be staying for long.

"So, who were you checking out on the beach, Dean?" Jo asked, Dean snapping his head around to look at her, "C'mon, I caught you checking out Mr. Blue-Eyed-and-Beautiful. He was really hot, Dean. I just saw him across the street, maybe you could ask him something about town, y'know...then ask him out."

"Jo, what did Crowley tell you about looking at other men?" Dean asked, trying to avoid the blush that was quickly covering his face.

"Dean..." Sam said, "What did it feel like when you looked at him? You seemed to have a bounce in your step from the minute you laid eyes on him? Did your stomach flutter? Did you shiver? Did you feel hot?"

"Sam, shut up." Dean snapped, "Just stop it."

"C'mon, I'm not gay or anything, but he was gorgeous." Ash said, "Dean, just...go ask him if there are any decent bars in town, and then bring up how you saw him on the beach."

Dean bit his lip, considering his options. The guy really had been gorgeous, and they'd made eye contact. They'd smiled. They'd seen each other again in that café and the guy seemed a little flushed when they'd met again.

He had unbelievable sex hair, and gorgeous blue eyes. Incredibly beautiful blue eyes. He sighed, not knowing how a quick summer fling could do anyone any harm. Dean didn't really think at that point how it could harm the guy he was going after, he, as usual just considered himself with regards to just getting the guy into bed and having his way with him.

"Fine." He growled, "Whatever you want."

Castiel gasped as he saw the gorgeous man with green eyes approaching, his heart leaping into his chest. There was nowhere to run or hide now. He was here, alone with nowhere to go, and the man coming towards him. Not knowing what else to do, Castiel put the book down and stood up.

"C-Can I help you?" He asked, the man smiling in response.

God he was even more fucking beautiful up close! Like Castiel needed this!

"Uh, yeah, me and my friends are renting the house across for three months...and we're being joined in a few weeks by my friends' partners, so we were wondering if there were any decent bars in town."

Three things in those words. One, three months. They were staying for three months! Two, 'by my friends' partners'. That must mean that the handsome stranger was single. But probably not gay, Castiel thought. He seemed too...well...straight. And three. He wanted to know if there were any decent bars in town.

"Uh...my cousin owns a bar." Castiel told him, "The Beach Hut. It's the biggest here...and I'd say the nicest."

"Awesome." The man replied, "Uh...any more?"

"Just two more, I'm sorry. Well...if you didn't have to go right into the city then yeah..."

"Huh." The man huffed.

"They're all on the beach, close to the cliffs."

The man nodded, giving Castiel a look suddenly which made him nervous.

"Were you on the beach this morning?" He asked, "Reading a book, like near the grass banks?"

"Uh, yeah..." Castiel replied with a soft smile, "Were you playing volleyball?"

"Yeah. We used to play in a team but we had to stop when they started charging us for practice." Dean said with a soft laugh, "Hey, you couldn't walk me to those bars could you? Just so I know the way tonight?"

"Sure." Castiel replied, "Oh, I'm Castiel...Castiel Novak."

"Dean Winchester."

Dean Winchester. That was a beautifully strong name, and Castiel's knees felt weak at the sight of the stunning smile that crossed those full lips. He told his father that he was just going on a walk, not telling him he was with someone because his father hated that, and the two set off.

"So, you're here for three months?" Castiel asked, Dean smiling in response.

"Yeah, my dad said that I'm too old for a summer break, but we all work at the same place, and we can afford to close up for three weeks." He replied, "The girl who's staying with us is engaged to the guy who set the business up, so..."

"Oh. That's pretty awesome that you all work together." Castiel said softly, Dean looking at him with a soft smile.

"So, where do you work?" Dean asked, "We already kinda established that you live here."

"Yeah, uh, I work at the library three days a week." Castiel told him, "My father...he needs me at home a lot."

"He ill?" Dean asked, Castiel nodding.

"In a way. He's been depressed since my mother died, but..."

"Oh, I'm sorry." Dean replied, Castiel nodding again and keeping his head bowed, "Listen, I know what you're going through. My dad found it tough to deal with it when my mom died. It'll pass in time, Cas."

Castiel looked at Dean with a furrowed brow before his face was graced with a beautiful smile. The handsome stranger had just given him a nickname. How much more amazing could this get? They reached the bars, Dean smiling and looking to the buildings before back at Castiel.

"You come down here?" He asked, Castiel nodding.

"On Saturdays."

"Well...since today's Saturday," Dean said with a smile, "You wanna meet up with us tonight? I wanna buy you a drink for being so helpful."

"Um, that'd be really nice." Castiel replied, "Thanks."

"We'll be down here for eight, so..." Dean said softly, finding himself getting lost in Castiel's eyes before he looked to his lips, Castiel moving a little closer.

"I always get here for eight." He whispered, almost against Dean's lips.

Thud, thud, thud. His heart pounded in his chest, his pulse racing through him sickeningly as Dean leaned a little closer to him.

"D-Dean?" Castiel asked, "What are...?"

He didn't get to finish his question before Dean's lips were on his. The sensation was something Castiel had never felt and he gripped Dean's dark green shirt, trying to hold himself up. He moved his lips against the older man's, feeling a strong arm around his waist, holding him up as his knees grew too weak to support him. Upon breaking the kiss, Castiel was met with lustful green eyes, as Dean was met with lustful blue ones.

"See you tonight, yeah?" He whispered, earning a soft nod from the younger man who was trembling against him.

"Yeah..."

Dean let Castiel go, walking back up the beach while Castiel covered his mouth, tears filling his eyes as he sat in the sand, trying to get control over himself before he wiped his eyes, walking back towards his house.

He reached home and was met with his father who revealed he was going away for a few months. Castiel realised that his prayers were being answered.

-TBC-

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