(A/N So this is my new idea. Tell me what you think if you can spare a moment. Should I keep writing? Is it awful?)
Dean stood outside the small house, wondering exactly why he'd chosen Costa Rica to brush up on his Spanish. He pressed the button for the doorbell and waited for an answer from inside the gates. As he waited, he glanced around, all the houses were small but had high fences with locked gates. Finally, a man appeared from inside, his hair ruffled in what Dean could only call sex hair and his skin pale against the deep green of the house. He had not been expecting this.
The man unlocked the gate, a small smile on his face as he did so. Dean caught his first glance of a pair of bright blue eyes that made his breath catch unexpectedly.
"Bienvenidos, me llamo Castiel, welcome, my name is Castiel." The man, Castiel, said in a deep, rough (admittedly sexy) voice and offered his hand.
"Oh- hi- uh hola. Me llamo Dean, mucho gusto."Dean stumbled his words and shook Castiel's hand.
"Igualmente." The man nodded, "I think for now it might be better for us to communicate with English."
"Right. Yeah." Dean replied, "wait, you speak English?"
"I do." Castiel chuckled, "And I bet I'm not what you what you expected for your home stay."
Dean blushed, "Sorry, stupid question. And yeah... I was a little... Surprised."
"Why don't you get settled first, then we can talk." Castiel gestured to the house.
Dean nodded and followed Castiel inside. The inside or the house was tightly packed but not uncomfortably so. The living room, kitchen and hall to the bedrooms were all in one elongated room and Dean felt right at home. Castiel led him to a room at the end of the hall and pushed the door open, revealing a small, cozy room, a bit smaller than the size of the rooms he'd grown up in, but much more comfortable.
"This is your room, it's not much but I hope it'll do." Castiel said, trailing off slightly at the end.
"Thanks man, it's great." Dean grinned.
"I'm glad you are pleased. I'll be out in the kitchen when you are done unpacking your things."
Dean wandered slowly out to the kitchen, looking at the few pictures that hung on the well-painted walls. There were a few of a younger looking Castiel with another man at various places around the world. A cork board also hung on a wall, filled with postcards, stickers and photos from tourist shops in just about every place Dean could think of.
"I have hosted people from around the globe and they bring me postcards and the like. I love to travel and I love to see how many different people I have met and befriended." A voice said from behind Dean.
Dean jumped slightly, "I didn't see you there, dude." He took a breath. "That's...sweet"
"Sweet…" Castiel hummed and furrowed his brow, "Is that a good thing?"
Dean laughed out loud, "Yeah. Chicks dig guys who are sweet."
Castiel blushed and looked uncomfortable. "I...uh… I'm not…"
"What? Not sweet? Cause you seem like that kind of sweet, dorky guy on the inside and you can use that to your advantage. It's attractive." Dean smiled but then backpedaled quickly. "I mean… to chicks I mean. Chicks totally dig that shit."