AN: I forgot to talk about the books I mentioned in the last chapter. I recommend all of them to anyone who is reading this. Faulkner and Bradbury are literally my most favorite authors on this entire planet. Fahrenheit 451 is about a society that burns books and firemen set fires instead of stop them (if you live in America, you'll probably read it your sophomore year of high school). As I Lay Dying is really kind of depressing... I can't even really sum up the plot well enough to serve it justice so you'll just have to read it on your own. :) I knew my knowledge of classic works would pay off some day. This one is pretty short, and a bit cheesy, but bear with me. Have a great day and an even better tomorrow, my wonderful readers. :D


"You know," Dean pointed, hands in his pockets as he and Cas walked down the sidewalk as slowly as possible, "we spent all that time talking about books and I never asked how your day went."

They had left the diner late, having spent nearly another half an hour talking about classic books and authors after finishing their food. The sun was now close to setting, the sky a gorgeous shade of pinkish red. The leaves of the maple trees that lined the street rustled in the slight summer breeze, warming Dean to his core with its sweet aroma.

Cas's head ducked a little. "Nonetheless, it was time well spent. It was a good day overall… I went over quota a little bit, which is fantastic for me."

Dean looked at him with knitted eyebrows. "Quota? For what?"

Cas glanced at Dean before repositioning it in its earlier downcast scrutiny of the sidewalk. He was silent for a moment, which was unlike him. Cas usually had an answer then and there that could blow out Dean out of the water. "Promise you won't laugh?"

Dean stared at him like he was crazy. "Of course I won't, what could ever make you think that?"

Cas bit his lip, like creating a dam between Dean's ears and the embarrassment that he held within. "I um… I make dolls."

Dean nodded slowly, taking the new information in. Which he saw no need for embarrassment, no matter how unorthodox it was for a teenage boy to make dolls. Then he looked at Cas, and forced him to hold his gaze. "You sound like you just admitted to murdering a grandma."

Can laughed, though it wasn't as happy. "In a place like this, I might as well have."

"Whoa, Cas," Dean said, trying to interrupt the tone of sadness in Cas's thoughts that showed so plainly on his face. "Those are two completely different things. What's it for?"

If Cas wasn't embarrassed before, he was now. "Well, um… yeah. I send them out to people. Kids. In the hospital. You know, to make them feel better. Make them know that someone cares."

Dean stopped in his tracks. Cas kept walking, but paused once he realized Dean's absence.

"My god, man," Dean said, using his best Dr. Leonard McCoy voice. "You're a terrible human being that should never leave my presence ever again for fear that you will go on doing other terrible human things."

Cas looked confused. "I don't understand. Are you using sarcasm or do you really think it's that stupid?"

Dean rolled his eyes and "I'm not saying the idea is stupid, no the idea is the kind of idea that people only dream to think of and even fewer dream to achieve. No. The idea is not stupid at all. You're inability to believe that someone can think it's brilliant and fully support it? Now that's stupid."

Cas's eyes were blank with shock. Dean could hardly believe how fast and how much he was getting excited about this.

Dean took his hand and held it tight as he faced Cas fully in front of him. "If you don't mind, I would like to know more. About what it is exactly you do and the exact way you do it. I want to know everything about you, Castiel."

Cas just stared into Dean's eyes, trying to figure out if he was telling the truth.

Dean's expression softened. "And I am definitely not using sarcasm this time."

Cas looked down at where Dean was clasping his hand and lifted it to his chest. Dean allowed him to open his palm, his thumbs gliding over the creases and calluses. "I've never really discussed it much, besides to my brothers. Even then, they don't really listen."

With a wide smile plastered to Dean's face, he closed his fingers around Cas's hand again. "Well, you don't have to worry about that with me, Cas. I'm all ears."

Cas looked up at Dean with a meaningful happiness behind his blue irises. They were standing in the middle of a residence block. Anyone could just as easily glance out their window and see the two teens standing incredibly close. But they didn't care. "I want to know everything about you too, Dean Winchester."