Castiel had just bought a run down house on the edge of town. He stumbles across a mysterious painting of a man with incredibly green eyes. Who is this man and why is his portrait in the attic? Sort of a coffee-shop AU. My first mostly AU story ever. Please be review.
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Last chapter people! Though I am tempted to write a sequel now.. ;)
The Green-Eyed Painting
Chapter 3:
Castiel often wondered if what Betty had said was true, that the man in the painting had been cursed and put in there for all eternity. Castiel stared into those sad green eyes, almost expecting the man to answer.
Cas had almost finished remodeling the house and would move in soon. He would love to take the painting with him and hang it back up in the house.
Castiel was really proud of his work on the run down house that wasn't really run down any more. He had tried to keep the period theme of the house, choosing furniture and colours that were modern, but still matched the feel of the house. Anna was really proud as well, excited to get the apartment to herself. Well, to herself and her very stable boyfriend. Gabriel was coming east soon for spring break and Castiel was hoping to have the house ready before he got there.
Castiel found himself falling in love with the man in the painting. Cas often went to the library to find out anything he could on the painting. He found an account of the sheriff of the time calling a hunter, though his name, much to Castiel's chagrin, was not listed, to dispose of a witch that had been killing the local livestock and cursing certain people. There was also mention of the painting, but not if the legend was true or not.
Castiel wished he knew the hunter's name. He did, however, find the hunter's journal. It didn't have his name in it, but it listed accounts of creatures, ghosts and demons that the hunter had killed or destroyed.
The writing in the book was beautiful. The words flowed and curved into each other in such a way, they could have belonged to a scribe. The hunter was clearly an educated man.
Castiel didn't know what to believe. But at least he knew that the man existed. The journal spoke of the hunter's life. The hunter often spoke of being ashamed of something, but the journal never really said what. Castiel discovered, reading the pages of the journal, apart from all the occult stuff, the hunter was an incredibly fascinating man.
"Oh god," Castiel whispered. "I'm falling in love with a man in a painting!"
Castiel shook his head and put the journal back in the box the library use to protect very old books.
He left the library and went back to the coffee shop after his lunch break.
The bell on the door rang and Castiel looked up to see his brother Gabriel walking in through the door.
"Cassie!" Gabriel cried.
Castiel grinned and walked around the counter to embrace his brother. "Hey, Gabe! It's good to see you!" Castiel said, not even annoyed at Gabriel's use of his childhood nickname.
"Where's Anna?" Gabriel asked.
"On break. I just got off break. I don't know where she is. Do you wanna coffee?" Castiel asked, moving back behind the counter.
"Uh, sure. A medium Mocha latte with extra foam please." Gabriel asked, sitting on the stood next to the counter.
Gabriel spun on his chair. "Who's the hottie?" He asked.
"Who?" Cas asked, looking up from the coffee he was making.
"In the painting." Gabe replied. "Did you do it? It kinda looks like your style."
"No, I didn't paint it. I don't know who that is. I found it in the attic of my house." Cas replied.
"Yeah, how is the referb going?" Gabriel asked.
"I'm done actually. It was a lot of hard work, but I had some help from the locals and I managed to get it all done." Cas replied.
"Awesome. Are you gonna put that painting back up in the house?" Gabe asked.
Cas shrugged. "Probably. I really like it. It's a really good painting." Cas replied.
"Yeah, doesn't hurt that the subject is gorgeous." Gabe said, turning back to Castiel with a wink.
"I didn't think you swung that way, Gabe." Cas said, not meeting his eyes.
"Eh, sometimes. But I know you do!" Gabriel said teasingly.
Cas rolled his eyes, but he was blushing and Gabe saw it. "Haha! You have the hots for a painting!" Gabe cried.
"Shut-up!" Cas hissed, slapping Gabe on the arm. No one in this town knew that Cas was gay. Not that he was trying to hide it or anything, but a situation in which he had to tell someone other than his brother and sister never came up. 26 years old and hadn't had a boyfriend since college. It wasn't hard to say that Castiel was lonely. Maybe that was why he had become so attached to the painting and the man featured in it.
Gabe just giggled at him. Cas rolled his eyes. "Oh, shut up and drink your coffee!" Castiel said, exasperated.
Gabe came and left through out the day. Anna and Gabe had a big tearful reunion that Castiel couldn't help but smile at.
"Okay, you close up, and we'll go out for tea!" Gabe said, grinning.
Anna smiled sadly. "I'd love too, but I am so tired. Could we tomorrow night?" Anna asked.
Gabe rolled his eyes. "Yeah alright. Tomorrow then!" Gabe said, and then he grinned. "I'm gonna go out to a bar, get pissed, pick up a chick or a dude, whatever and Imma have myself a party since the both of you are tired." Castiel chuckled.
"Go have a drink on me!" Castiel said.
"Sure will little bro!" Gabriel replied, kissing Anna and Cas on the cheeks before leaving.
"I'm gonna go too. Night Cas!" Anna said, waving her goodbye.
"Yeah, bye!" Cas replied.
It was 7 o'clock by the time Castiel ushered the last of the customers out of the shop and he closed and locked the door. He was over next to the painting, cleaning a table when he heard a smash from behind him.
Castiel turned in time to see a guy wearing a black ski mask run over and push him down. Castiel, in his haste to find something to hold onto, knocked the painting off the wall and down onto the floor.
The man in the ski mask held a knife to Cas's throat and held him down.
"Give me all the money and all your valuables!" The man yelled. Suddenly, the man was lifted off him and thrown across the room. Castiel's eyes widened when he saw the man who had saved him.
It was the man in the painting! The man moved towards the fallen man and began to beat up him up.
"Get out of here you arse! This man is under my protection!" The man said, pushing the intruder up against the wall. "Get gone!" The man hissed. The man dropped the intruder to the ground and the would-be thief ran out of the store through the broken glass.
Castiel was still on the floor, eyes widened in shock. The man turned and walked towards him. The man held his hand out to Castiel. "Are you alright, Cas?" He asked softly. His voice was rich and warm with a slight southern twang that made Castiel shiver.
Castiel took the man's outstretched hand and stood up. "Yes," Castiel whispered weakly in reply.
The man smiled. "My name's Dean Winchester, by the way." Dean said, his green eyes twinkling.
"Hi," Castiel breathed. "I'm Castiel Novak."
Dean grinned. "I know," He replied. "I know everything about you."
Castiel almost frowned. "H-how?" Castiel asked.
"I've been awake these last two hundred years, seeing and hearing everything around me. You're the first person that has talked to me in all that time. I thank you, you've been very kind." Dean said, still holding Castiel's hand.
Dean had been slowly falling in love with Castiel over these last six or seven months. He loved it when Cas told him about his day, about himself, his past, his thoughts and feelings. He loved Castiel. Castiel with his bright blue eyes. Blue eyes that had enchanted him ever since he first saw them when Castiel had found him in the attic.
Dean smiled at Cas and leaned forward and pressed a light kiss to him mouth. Castiel gasped in surprise before melting into the kiss. He felt so safe and protected, wrapped in Dean's arms.
"God, two hundred years being a painting, and he kisses like Heaven!" Castiel thought to himself as Dean depend the kiss. Castiel moaned and Dean pulled back and winked at him.
"Nice to meet you, Castiel." Dean whispered. Castiel grinned.
"Nice to meet you too, Dean." Castiel replied before pulling Dean into another kiss.
So, what did you think? This is the shortest fanfiction I have ever written. I hope you enjoyed it! :D