Dear Librarian,
I should probably be embarrassed by the content I have chosen today but I am not. I'm unsure if this means I'm getting braver or, just desperate for your touch. I noticed the navy shirt that you wore today, and I could not stop staring. I tried, I tried with everything inside of me and yet I failed. Your smile leaves me breathless. I noticed it when someone asked you for assistance. I'm not sure I've seen anything more beautiful. My own smile returned in kind. Unsure of why it was doing so, until after it happened.
I will admit that while I am a gentleman, and will always be such. I cannot keep my eyes from scanning down your body at all the angles that have been provided for me. It is perfection in my mind the way your shirt clings tightly around your torso. I long to feel those chiseled muscles under my fingertips. I will stop my mind now before my body's excitement is evident to everyone here. I don't have as long today as I usually try to make, so I apologize for such a short letter. I guess it is a theme because instead of choosing a novel I have chosen this Dickinson poem.
Come Slowly Eden
Come slowly, Eden!
lips unused to thee,
Bashful, sip thy jasmines,
As the fainting bee,
Reaching late his flower,
Round her chamber hums,
Counts his nectars -enters,
And is lost in balms!
Yours,
-Anonymous
Castiel's heart pounded and he had to sit down momentarily, as to keep his own body from becoming too excited. It was clear that anonymous was thinking about him sexually. That did nothing but fuel the fire in Castiel's already boiling chest. It was ridiculous him getting so worked up over a stranger, but he had already resigned to the fact that he was lost in it. Not that he minded really, but either way it was unstoppable.
Yes, he was falling in love with a complete stranger! Such was his luck, but what self proclaimed geek/nerd/dork wouldn't love to be seduced through letters stuck between the pages of their favorite stories. It would practically be blasphemy for him to ignore such incredibly romantic gestures. He couldn't help but feel the pull toward the other man. He didn't even know what he looked like but there was still a longing inside him. Then he gets a brilliant idea, or well he hopes it is.
Dear Anonymous,
There are few words to describe exactly how I reacted to that last letter, but I can assure you it was in a positive manner. I'm at somewhat of a disadvantage, not knowing what you look like. Maybe you could describe yourself for me, leave out any details you don't want known or any discernible features. I'd like to be able to imagine something when I feel this pulsing need that you've awakened. I wouldn't say I have been celibate necessarily, but perhaps virtuous for quite some time now. I haven't thought about anyone in that way, in almost a year. I figured out quickly that you've resuscitated my libido so to speak.
I imagine you are a man of great strength considering you work as a mechanic and classified yourself as a "jock" so I'd guess that you're in relatively good shape or at least you have been in the past. That makes my mind go running wild. All the unanswered specifics leaving way to an image that's not quite right, I'm guessing. I'd love to know how wrong I got it, even if it's just a description and not a physical image.
How about this, I'll make you a promise. Here, today, I give you my word that no matter what you decide to do in regards to asking me out, You have my acceptance. Even if it just ends up being a friendly hang out, I can't imagine it would not be pleasant. So when you figure out what it is that you want, I'll be waiting.. until then, know that I am thinking of you too. Though when I close my eyes tonight and sleep attempts to claim my body, I will instead see your passionate words and your appreciation of my body.
-Castiel
Instead of leaving it out in the open unsure of when his Anonymous would return he pushed it deep inside the pages of A Midsummer Night's Dream and filed it away. He found a bright post-it note and wrote the following..
Dear Anonymous,
"Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind."
― William Shakespeare
-Your Librarian
Castiel figured if anonymous didn't understand the reference, he could always Google it. So he was satisfied with himself and the plan he had. He looked at his watch and scurried from the building. He can't believe he let himself forget the time. Anna was going to kill him!
"Castiel where are you?"
"Anna I'm on my way, sorry I had a lot of cleaning up to do."
"Just hurry okay, I don't want my baby brother being late to my wedding rehearsal."
"Of course not, I'll be there in just a moment."
"Okay Cassie, see you soon!"
"Bye Anna."
After a very long night of answering stupid questions, and being told repeatedly it was his turn next, he finally made it back home. He tugged the shirt over his head and slid his restricting jeans down his legs. He wanted to so badly to know what his stranger looked like, if nothing else it would help him ease the erection between his legs. Instead, just as he promised he thought over and over about the words on the page that intrigued him. Soon he was fast asleep dreaming of a handsome stranger willing to sweep him off his feet.
Dean knew exactly where the letter would be when he saw the note nearly a week later. He located it quickly and gasped very audibly when he read the words on the page. He wasn't the only one feeling the magnetism toward something, and that made him feel incredibly ecstatic. Maybe he wasn't the only one falling for a stranger. He needed to do something anything to let the other man know his existence, so he decided to indeed describe himself in great detail, and hiding it in the shelves with just a quote left behind on the table.
"There are only the pursued, the pursuing, the busy and the tired." —Nick Carraway