Castiel was sitting cross-legged in front of his apartment block, drawing giant shapes and curves on the pavement in front of him. He knew he probably looked like he was high, but he had always wanted to do this, and he had finally found a tub of coloured chalk.

He was just finishing the massive swirled star when he felt someone sit down next to him.

He didn't look up, instead he focused on wherever the hell the green chalk had gone.

"Why are you drawing with chalk?" the person- a man, Castiel figured- had a deep, gravelly voice with a American accent.

"I never got to as a child." he replied shortly. God he hated human contact.

He found the green, where it had rolled under his knee, and was resting against the mans foot.

Finally he looked up at him and his heart nearly stopped.

The mans eyes were a fantastic green, with darker hues near the pupil, which looked like it had just dilated a centimetre. As Castiel finally took his eyes away from the others, he looked at the rest of his body.

A khaki green T-Shirt failed to hide his muscles and the tanned skin. He had tawny hair that hung over his eyes and hundreds of freckles.

"Really?" his voice was beautiful.

"Yes." Castiel tried to keep his voice level, hoping his companion didn't hear the obvious squeak.

There was a silence as Castiel added more swirls and lines with the green, which paled in comparison to the other man's eyes.

"Pass me that green and I'll draw the best damned dinosaur you've ever seen."