Chapter Two:
Dean Winchester was the most handsome human and most proficient hunter in the Kingdom of Heaven. Despite this, he was not vain. He had a humble life on his father's farm and was much admired by both the village women and men alike.
Dean, however, did not have much interest in the villagers. He had only a few hobbies - hunting monsters, riding Baby - his beloved horse, and teasing the former angel and current farmhand, Castiel.
Years ago, Castiel had disobeyed an order of Heaven's Great Council. As punishment, he was stripped of his wings and angel powers, and sent to live and work among commoners. Dean's father, John, who had no great love for Heaven's Great Council either, took pity on Castiel. He gave him his meager living circumstances. Castiel worked the farm, tended the stables, and of course, acted as servant to the young Winchester.
Dean was all too happy to have Castiel at his beck and call. He loved to make Cas do a variety of mundane chores for him. Castiel never once complained. He'd merely look at Dean, with those eyes that were the color of the sea before a storm, and say, "As you wish."
"Cas, make sure you brush Baby thoroughly tonight."
"As you wish," he said.
"Cas, fetch me a drink,"
"As you wish," he said.
It was all he ever said, and it took Dean several months before he realized that when Castiel said, "As you wish," he really meant, "I love you."
What was more astonishing to Dean was the day when he realized he truly loved Castiel in return.
Dean Winchester, however, had never been particularly adept at words. Or feelings. Or love. He spent several days in his room, avoiding Castiel altogether. How could he say those three words?
Since Dean had stopped ordering him around, Castiel found that he had a lot more spare time on his hands. He spent much of it reading under the old oak tree just across from the farmhouse. Dean couldn't help but watch him from his bedroom window and admire him from afar.
And then the girl showed up.
He'd seen her before, in the village, and believed her name was Hannah. He watched Hannah sidle up to Castiel beneath the tree. She flashed a smile Dean could see all the way from his window, and he saw Castiel return it graciously.
She twirled her hair around her fingers, and laughed at something Cas had said.
Dean felt white hot rage shoot through his stomach and into his chest. He pounded down the steps of the farmhouse and across the yard until he stood in front of the two.
"Castiel," Dean said coldly. "Did I say you could have a break? Baby's coat is looking downright mangy, and the back fence needs painting, and..."
"Beg your pardon, sir," said Hannah, blushing crimson. "I'll just be going now and leave Castiel to his work." She shot an apologetic glance at the former angel, who looked altogether unaffected by her departure or even by Dean's anger. He stood up, straight as a rod, and looked at Dean with those endlessly blue eyes. "As you wish," he said, and made to move towards the stable.
Dean was absolutely taken aback. He had been intentionally rude, even cruel, perhaps, and Cas just...took it.
Dean moved to block him. "Cas, I...aren't you angry with me? She - she liked you - and I made her leave and...if it were me, I think I'd probably punch myself in the face."
Castiel's hand came up and Dean nearly flinched, but the former angel merely cupped his palm lightly to Dean's cheek. "There's a shortage of perfect faces in the world, Dean. It would be a pity to damage yours."
Dean inhaled sharply. "Cas?" Now was the time, or near enough. He tried to say 'I love you,' but what came out instead was, "Kiss me."
Castiel smiled. "As you wish."
He leaned in and -
"Hold on, hold on!" interrupted Jack. "You said there was fighting and fencing and cool stuff, Dad! Is this a kissing book?"
Jack's father glanced at him. "Well, there is a bit of kissing, yes."
"Well, skip that junk and get to the good stuff!"
His father sighed. "You know, some day you might not mind so much."
"Dad!"
"Alright, alright, let me see." He turned a page, and then began to read again.