Heaven's Gate: A Destiel AU

by The Profuscus

A Destiel AU where Sam and Dean are still hunters, however Castiel is... the proud owner of a second-hand bookstore. Sam and Dean drop by to do some research for a hunt, as per norm, however, Dean and Cas' acquaintanceship soon becomes a friendship and we all know where that leads. Warning: There will be angst. Cover is not mine but the text is (sorry its cut off)

4. What A Doormat

Chapter 4:

Dean

A/N: This chapter, some of the dialogue that matches up to the previous chapter is skipped, and instead shows what Dean's thoughts while the dialogue is taking place.

Dean slid into a seat at the nearest table as Sam dashed among the shelves. What a geek, Dean thought. Moments later, Sam returned with a huge stack of diverse books. Some were old, leather bound, and heavy, while others were more modern. "We have to read all of these?" Dean asked, his disgust undisguised. "Yes. Get busy." Said Sam, already dividing the stack in two, and sliding half over to Dean. Sam grabbed a book, opened it to the first page and started reading. Dean hesitated for a moment before doing the same. He was only two words in when the letters started floating off the page. Everything was upside-down, backwards, moving. Dean couldn't read a damn thing. God, he hated being dyslexic. Nobody knew about Dean's dyslexia. Not even Sam. Everyone just thought he was a slacker who hated reading, which wasn't too far from the truth. Dean had vowed that he would never admit his dyslexia. It made him look weak. And stupid. Hours passed. He managed to struggle through one book. He grabbed another, and the torture began anew. "Excuse me." Said a voice behind him. Dean nearly jumped out of his skin. "Are you some kind of ninja?" He asked, turning around to face Castiel, the shop owner and sole employee. He said that the store would be closing soon. Dean cheered internally, while Sam was disappointed. "We haven't finished our research yet, Dean!" "Whatever, Sam. You're such a dork." "You don't like reading?" Castiel interrupted. He looked kind of pissed. It was hot. Wait, WHAT? Guys are NOT hot, Dean! He scolded himself mentally. Dean had no idea where that thought came from but it really freaked him out. "Sorry, no." He responded with a shrug. Cas can try all he wants, Dean thought, but I'll never love reading. And then of course, Sam had to see if they could come back. TOMORROW. The joke would be on Sam this time. Dean had checked the hours before he came in. Closed on Sundays. Aannnnnd the guy was gonna make a special exception. Great. What a door mat, he thought. A door mat with the nerve to poke fun a Dean Winchester? He would get revenge for this. Dean glared at Castiel. Cas ignored him. Sam thanked him and they got up and left. As Dean turned the key in the ignition, he couldn't help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, Cas could make a difference after all.