Chapter 2:

Dean

"Do we really have to go in here?" Dean asked incredulously. "Yes." Replied Sam. "Why can't we just go to the library instead of some junk bookstore?" "This is a second-hand store, but they have more books on mythology than the library does in a such a small town." "Fine." They exited the impala and started towards the book store. Dean examined the storefront. The battered sign on the door read: Heaven's Gate. Weird name for a book store, Dean thought. He entered with Sam, and was a little taken aback. The place wasn't as bad as he had thought. It was a lot bigger on the inside. The complex was slightly rustic and had the feel of home. The place made Dean feel warm and comfortable. And... safe. His eyes wandered the shelves and fell upon a shelf of religious books. He felt a distasteful look spread across his face. "What a load of bullcrap." He muttered under his breath. "May I help you?" A gravelly voice cut through Dean's thoughts. He turned to see the store owner behind the checkout counter. His name tag read "Castiel". It was a strange name, but Dean liked it. Castiel was wearing a weather-beaten trenchcoat and a loose blue tie, which brought out the color of his eyes. Those eyes. Man, are those eyes blue, Dean thought to himself. Like he had sapphires for eyes. "No thanks," Sam said politely. "My brother and I are just gonna look around a bit. Also, would it be alright if we just hung around and read for a while?" Castiel nodded. "Thanks. This way." Sam said, but Dean barely heard him. He was too busy admiring the color of Castiel's eyes. Castiel blushed and turned away. "Dean." Sam repeated. Dean turned and followed him to the mythology section, the whole time a single word drumming through his head; Castiel.