Chapter 7:
Cas
Castiel's sudden revelation worried him. What if Dean didn't feel the same way? Besides, we barely even know each other! He thought. A knock on the door shook him out or his thoughts. The delivery man. He walked over to the door, unlocked it and pulled it open. "Sign please." The man said rather gruffly, although, in all fairness, he was carrying a very heavy box. Castiel grabbed the digital signature pad off the top of the package and scribbled a very loopy signature that if you were lucky, and stared at it long enough, you might be able to make out Castiel Novak. Cas took the package from the delivery guy and grunted. It was heavy, but Cas was stronger than he looked. He brought the package over to the counter, and set it down. He grabbed an a knife and cut the tape that was holding the box closed. He opened the box and took out all the books. He sorted them into stacks. He wondered what kind of books Dean would like to read, that is if he could. Dean didn't say that he couldn't read, but Castiel knew that that was the only reason someone could dislike or not care for reading. Fantasy. Castiel decided with certainty. Dean likes fiction/fantasy stories. Castiel was good at knowing what kind of books a person liked. It didn't seem like much to most people, but Castiel was grateful that God had graced him with such a wonderful talent. Castiel went to put the books on the shelves when he heard Sam talking about his coffee. Castiel's heart plummeted. But then he heard Dean. Beautifully imperfect Dean, defending fiercely.
Castiel's heart soared. He was beaming as he stocked the shelves. "What are you so happy about?" Dean asked, as the Winchesters caught sight of him. "It's a beautiful, God-given day." He said. "Why should I not be happy?"
Headed back to the checkout counter, his trenchcoat rustling as he walked.
It was a great day.