Castiel could barely breathe. He remained with his mouth open while Winchester started talking to him.
"What's your name?" He shouted over the overpowering instrumental music.
"C-Castiel. Novak." He stuttered.
"I see you're having a good time!" he says as he points to his wine glass, half empty already. "Why don't we go inside and get something a little stronger?"
Castiel was still in utter shock, the famous Dean Winchester, who hadn't even attended a single one of his parties, was outside, talking to a nobody like himself. He felt both honored and insignificant at the same time.
Castiel quietly nodded and followed Dean into the house. It was very large and crowded with people with loud music coming from the grand piano sitting directly in the corner. Dean made his way to the grand staircase and climbed up it, holding one hand on the dark chestnut wooden rail. Castiel coyly did the same, and soon they found their way to a very large room, complete with a couch, an oriental rug, and a large Tuscany brown desk. Castiel sat in one of the red velvet chairs and waited patiently while Winchester poured two glasses of scotch for the both of them. He politely thanked him when he was handed a glass, and Winchester took a seat in the chair opposite his. They both sat in silence while looking out a large window behind the desk, where they could perfectly see the party, including the bright lights and crowded guests, as well as the muffled music.
After a good moment of quiet, Winchester spoke.
"You must be wondering why I asked you to come inside…"
"Well, I am a bit curious, actually." Castiel admitted.
Dean chuckled quietly. "To be honest… I saw you talking to the girl with the red hair. She… She means a lot to me and I never thought I would see her again. And I wanted to know if you knew anything her. You know, where she lived, or any type of information about her? It's a long shot, I know."
Castiel was confused, and somewhat disappointed. He had the slightest hope that just maybe Dean had invited him to talk just for the hell of it. But he knew it was too good to be true. He smiled at him and said politely, "No. She came up to me saying hello, and just sort of left. That was the only time I saw her."
Winchester's expression faded into mild disappointment, and Castiel automatically felt guilty.
"Her name is Abaddon. We met at one of my parties quite a while ago. She was in town at the time and decided to crash. I noticed her through this very window and… oh boy. The very sight of her took my breath away. She was the most beautiful woman I'd ever laid eyes on. We fell in love, but she had to leave. To this day, I still don't think I know why, but I do know that she's the love of my life, and I need to see her again."
Cas nodded in agreement and wished there was something he could do to help Dean. Even though they had only been in contact for around 5 minutes, he felt as if he would do anything for him already.
"Sorry, I'm probably boring you."
"Oh no, I'm not bothered. Not at all, Mr. Winchester."
He chuckled lightly again. "What about you, though? Do you got any stories of a lost love one?"
"My fiancée of 2 years left me. I-I'm not completely sure why. I always tried my hardest to keep her happy, and I loved her with all of my heart. I don't know what happened. Maybe it was because I was too boring, or not wealthy enough. I'm not really sure. It doesn't really matter anymore now, I suppose."
Cas finished off the rest of his scotch and held the glass. Winchester sighed and said,
"I'm sure you'll find love again, Castiel."
"I wish the same to you, Mr. Winchester." Castiel replied.
"Please, call me Dean." He said, which made Cas smile.
Dean Winchester sure had a way of making people like him, and he was doing a damn good job with Cas. He could feel something new was beginning. He wasn't sure what it was, but he knew that he liked it.
