"Dean… Dean… Dean get up!"
Dean Winchester rolled off his bed, blanket wrapped around his body and when he hit the floor he let a groan slip out of his mouth, opening one eye slightly looking at his toweringly tall younger brother who stood beside him with his arms crossed across his body.
"What time is it Sammy?" he asked groggily, the loudness of his own voice added to the throbbing in his head.
"It's already 8am, I'm going to school. The second day in this town and you're already hung over?"
"Sammy… New town… new life, why not celebrate? Now go to school you nerd." He said jokingly, slapping Sam's calves before pulling the blanket over his head. He heard Sam sigh before walking to the door with a smirk, he pressed play on the I-pod and flicked the light on, "Raise and shine Dean."
"SAMMY I HATE YOU!" Dean yelled, grabbing the pillow and throwing it as hard as he could in Sam's direction but it hit the door with a thud. Dean groaned and ran his hands through his hair, getting up and switching the music off he took a quick glance at his own reflection in the mirror. His hair was a mess and he could see a trail of dried up droll from the corner of his mouth to the bottom of his chin and he could barely open his green eyes.
"I am never drinking ever again…" He muttered for the nth time before dragging his feet to the bathroom.
After taking a shower to wash off the scent of strong liquor, Dean Winchester took a stroll down the streets of the small town. He had moved here just 2 days ago and their apartment was mostly still in boxes but he felt it was a good change after their father died a few months ago. He wasn't the most loving father, he was a tough man and nothing his children did seemed to please him. He had changed after his wife, their mother died in a house fire when they were younger. Sam was just a baby so he didn't remember a thing but Dean did and it was still a reoccurring nightmare that woke him drench in his own sweat with his heart racing a million miles per minute.
He breathed in the fresh air trying to ignore the curious stares of the townsmen, he guessed they were a tight knitted community, and after all there weren't many people in this town anyways. He didn't really care about making any friends, he just wanted to get Sam someone where to have a fresh start and after he goes to college, Dean would probably move out.
"Hello dear, you look lost? Are you alright?"
He turned around to see an old frail lady, her hands gripping the strap of her worn out bag.
"oh no I'm fine thanks. I'm just taking a stroll, new town, might as well get to know it better." He said, putting on a charming smile that seemed to work on any woman at any age. The old lady smiled, "We don't get many new people in this town. What made you move here? You seem more like a city boy."
He chuckled, "It's a fresh start for me and my baby brother Sammy ma'am," He said, looking across the road, "Want a hand across the road?"
"Why thank you! Well, the whole town is having a barbeque at the park tonight at 6. Would you like to come?"
He stopped when they crossed the street and she let go of his arm, "Sure, I don't mind." He said with a smile before she slowly walked away. He looked at the scenery around him; this wasn't like the place where he used to live. Children could run around without worrying their parents and people knew each other, they were friendly. It wasn't as bad as he thought it'd be.
" 'cuse me."
Dean turned around but his shoulder collided heavily against someone else's, knocking over books and a bag of groceries, "Sorry, I didn't see you there. Here, let me help," He said, quickly picking up the books, Dean smiled at the man, "Sorry about that."
"It's fine…" He said quietly, not making eye contact with Dean, he looked at the ground and accepted the books that Dean handed him.
"Mythology? You into that kind of stuff? I'm Dean Winchester by the way, new comer in town." He said but paused when the man looked up. His eyes were so blue and in the soft morning light the beautiful blue of aquamarine. His hair was messy, as if he had just ran his hair through it in a hurry and his clothes were slightly worn out with holes or frays on the wool sweater.
"Um, yeah, it's quite… cool. I kinda like all the fantasy stuff…," he muttered, scratching the back of his head while Dean noticed the soft pinkness that crept up his neck, "I'm Castiel Novak."
"Well Castiel Novak, you'll be going to the barbeque tonight?"
"Um, yeah, maybe, possibly, I don't know…" Castiel said, shuffling his feet on the pavement, his eyes flickering from Dean's eyes to the ground.
"Come on! The more the merrier! Might as well make some friends while I'm here, see you there then Castiel." He said, softly patting his shoulder and giving him a wink before he rushed away with a hotness creeping up his neck and flaming his cheeks.
Dean stood there for a minute, watching the man quickly scurry away and he chuckled to himself before putting his hands in his pockets and making his way downtown.
Castiel stood at the edge of the crowd, rocking back and forth softly on his feet with a bottle of beer in his hand. He had tried to find his best shirt, well, the shirt that didn't have holes in them but at the end he waved the white flag and admitted defeat and throwing on a grey shirt and some jeans.
His blue eyes scanned the crowd of familiar faces but not the face he wanted to see. Shaking his head, he concentrated on the condensation around the glass of his beer bottle, "Castiel, you're such a dumbass. You barely know the guy, you haven't even had a proper conversation yet, why are you looking for him? This isn't some sort of movie or book or some stupid fanfiction. The guy you met isn't just going to fall in love with you…" He muttered to himself softly before snapping his glance upwards to see a man walking towards him, Dean Winchester.
"Hey! I was looking for you. What are you doing here by yourself?"
"I'm not exactly the best at socialising. You can say my 'people' skills are rusty."
Dean let out a chuckle, "Well, you're not so bad. You here alone?"
"Yeah pretty much. I always am anyways. I'm just plain, not really interesting I guess." He said with a shrug and a small laugh.
Dean laughed along with Castiel but his eyes focussed on Castiel's eyes, even in the dark he could still his bright blue eyes. He observed the man in front of him for a while, true he did not look like he was anything special, in a crowd he would not be noticed. Dean somehow knew that Castiel wasn't a plain man, it seemed by living in a meek, small town, it influenced him and somehow let it wash over him moulding him into someone new. However it did not mould him completely, his eyes showed adventure, a sense for excitement- it was the eyes of someone who had lived.
"Hey, come on. I know you're not all that plain and boring. I can tell. Cheers Cas." Dean said, grinning.
Castiel tilted his head, confused, "Cheers to what?"
"New friends? Or do you not want to be friends with me?" Dean said, moving his face closer to Castiel and squinting his eyes, playfully looking suspicious.
Castiel quickly moved back so Dean wasn't so close and smiled a smile that reached his eyes, making his eyes glisten, reminding Dean of the sea that him and his family used to vacation at, like the sea when the morning light hit the waters. There was something nostalgic about looking at Castiel's eyes, he shook the thought from his head. This was weird, looking into a man's eyes but Castiel clinked his bottle with Dean's and the thoughts vanished from Dean's mind.
"Cheers then Dean."
A/N: Hello everyone! New chapter! YAY! Hope you guys enjoy this story. I kind of made Cas say that line 'my people skills are rusty' that's one of my favourite lines of Cas, he's adorable : ) I tend to add little lines here and there in my stories that are actually from the show itself. I think it's quite fun to do so. Feel free to add reviews (please review) so I know how this story is. Hope you enjoy this new chapter and I'll be posting! Now, time to go curl up in my blanket.
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