Fast forward ten years, that's how this story is rolling. Don't own. Reviews are appreciated.
Forty-Four Years and a Thirty Minute Drive
1991
When Castiel was 14 years old he stood on a different street corner this time he knew what his sign said: "GOD HATES FAGS"
He is a warrior of God trying to warn these sinners about how they would all burn in hell. He stood there chanting how the people across the street would burn and how God judged everyone. And how God found them and this nation lacking.
"Castiel," said Aunt Judy.
"Yes?"
"I need you to go to the car and get some more signs," she said his brother Gabriel standing next to her.
"Okay," he said and put his sign down.
"See Gabriel, your brother understands the fifth commandment."
"You're not my mother," said Gabriel.
"No, but since she has passed on to the eternal reward and your father was a good for nothing, I am the parent. The one you are to honor."
"So you want me to call you Mommy Dearest?" sneered his brother.
Castiel sighed and walked away from the argument, when he turned the corner he ran into a woman.
"Pardon me."
"No, no worries, I was not watching where I was going either," she said in a familiar voice.
"Mary?"
The woman looked at him for a moment, she searched his face, and smiled the same one from his memories.
"Castiel."
He couldn't help but smile, she had remembered him.
"I could never forget you," she said like she knew what he was thinking. "You have probably the bluest eyes I have ever seen."
He blushed and did not know what to say to that.
"Sorry that was pretty strange but consider it a compliment. You'll have people lining up soon enough to take you out," she said. "So you're here with your…" and Castiel braced himself to see the hate in her eyes or the fake politeness, but instead there was sadness as she said the word, "…family."
"Yes we're here to protest."
"Same here," said Mary. "Oh John is here; along with our two boys, you should come meet them."
"I cannot, I have to go… get more tape," he said.
"Oh okay," she said, "Well here have a cookie."
She handed him what looked like a homemade cookie.
"No thank you."
"Please I insist, and if you don't eat it give it to one of your younger family members. I'm sure one of them would like it. It's a walnut banana chocolate chip cookie."
"Oh okay. Good bye Mary."
"Good bye Castiel. It was good seeing you, take care of yourself," she said and squeezed his shoulder tight.
As he started to walk away a boy about his age with green eyes ran up to Mary and said something. She said something that caused the boy to look up and smile at Castiel. His stomach filled with butterflies for some reason and he found himself smiling back. He didn't want to go to the van but go back and talk with green eyes. Still he kept walking forward and fearing for his lack of grace turned his head forward so not to trip.
Returning from his trip to the van he split the cookie with his little cousin Anna. She smiled and asked for more. That's when Mary and her group of counter protesters started playing the song. The noise drowning out anyone else hearing the truth, Castiel confessed the cookie's origins and swore her to secrecy.
He looked up to watch them finish when the boy from earlier saw him standing there. The boy with green eyes looked confused for a moment, but he smiled again. But it was mischievous this time, like he knew some secret and it caused a hotness to fill Castiel's body. He could feel himself blushing and green eyes seemed to know because he winked. Castiel turned away from the boy with green eyes and refocused on the protest.
The next day he managed to get the copy of the music out of his hiding place in the piggy bank and read it. He threw it in the garbage.
Then he thought of green eyes's smile, Castiel fished it out of the trash and put it back.
A/N: Having been that age and fallen for a guy with green eyes and a mischievous smile all I can say is, RUN CAS! Oh first crushes you can suck. What were yours like?