Confessions of Castiel Novak

by Thebuttchesters

Castiel is a freshman and the University of Chicago. He has began writing to cope with his father's abandonment and his fading faith in the Lord. He meets a friend named Dean Winchester who helps him find the things worth sticking around for.

8. 10-6-13

10.6.13

I saw Dean today. To make this more descriptive I will write this like a novel.

I was drawing in my notebook in the library.

"Hey, Picasso." Dean said a little too loud for the library.

"Dean, keep your voice down!" I whispered half startled, half nervous.

"Don't get your panties in a twist. What are you drawin'?" He took the sketchbook out of my hand and tilted his head.

"Uh. It's a-"

"A chapel."

"Yes, well. It's my church back home."

He glanced at my rough sketch of a decrepit old church. The roof was rotting, mold grew across the siding and a leafless tree engulfed it in black shadows.

"Bit spooky isn't it?"

"It doesn't actually look like that. I guess it's symbolic."

"Of what?" He asked, seeming genuinely interested.

"Faith."

Dean stared at me and gave this smile. This all knowing smile.

"Hey, I want to show you something later. Be ready around 7."

He smiled and sauntered off.

I think he does want to be my friend. I really hope so. Because I honestly haven't had someone to talk to in a long time.