Sorry it took quite a while. I was kind of busy with school stuff and others. Also, thank you so much for the awesome reviews guys! I needed Ego-boosters. Haha. Anyway, here's the third chapter! Hopefully you'll like it and give a review. Haha. XD

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Shakespeare

With Thoughts of You…

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When Castiel and his cousin got off the stage, Dean started to move to have a chat with Lucifer Novak's only son. He liked the way the boy delivered the lines and it was quite obvious that he was a Romeo and Juliet, if not a Shakespeare, fan. He himself loved the play because there were times that his mother, Mary, would site some of the lines. He was determined to meet Juliet Capulet.

It didn't take Dean long to find the younger man; he was talking with his cousin with a smile and Dean prayed to a god he didn't even believe in that he could get Castiel alone, even just for a short while.

Fifteen minutes later, he saw the younger man excuse himself from the small crowd that has finally gathered and walked towards the balcony of the building. Dean followed him and watched him as he leaned his forearms by the railings. He saw Castiel sigh softly as he moved towards the younger man.

"Your performance tonight was astounding." He said as he got closer to Castiel, who startled when he spoke. The younger man looked over his shoulder to look at him and smiled softly then muttered a soft 'thank you' then went back to gazing at the sky. Dean leaned by the railings as well and then said, "So you're Lucifer Novak's only son and heir." It wasn't a question, it was a statement. Castiel nodded gently at that but otherwise remained silent. He didn't really plan on talking to a stranger tonight.

After a few silent moments, Castiel sighed softly and smiled at the mysterious man beside him then said, "I'd better get back." then pushed himself away from the railing to get back inside. But before he can actually walk back inside, a hand grabbed his wrist.

"Wait." Dean said as he held the younger man's wrist. He didn't know why he held Castiel still, neither did he know what he wanted to say. And when Castiel moved his body slightly towards him and raised his eyebrows in a questioning manner, he got an idea.

Dean huffed softly with a smile and let Castiel's wrist go. He wet his lips and inhaled deeply. He looked straight at the younger man, at the mask almost identical to his then said, "If I profane with my unworthiest hand, this," he paused and gestured at the younger man with a soft huff and continued, "holy shrine, the gentle fine is this: my lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand to smooth that rough touch" he took Castiel's hand and leaned down towards the hand to kiss it as he said, "with a tender kiss." He kissed the back of Castiel's hand in a gentleman way and smiled at him as he let the hand go slowly.

Castiel smiled in disbelief and saw the game the stranger was playing. He huffed out a short laugh and looked at the stranger with a look that clearly said, 'seriously?' Dean simply smiled and shrugged, clearly responding with a 'what can you do?' gesture. His smile was quite challenging and his eyes sparkled with mischief. He knew Castiel would play along.

Castiel huffed and licked his lips, then started saying the lines to play along. "Good pilgrim," he started with a small tilt of his head, "you do wrong your hand too much, which mannerly devotion shows in this;" he gestured one hand towards Dean with raised eyebrows, "for saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch," he took one of Dean's hands in his own, making the older man glance at their hands. Castiel raised their hands and intertwined their fingers as he moved closer to Dean, consuming his personal space as he continued, "and palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss." He looked up at the older man with a soft, teasing smile, their faces merely five to six inches apart.

Dean swallowed thickly and wet his lips, then said his own lines in a slightly less confident tone. "Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?"

Castiel quickly nodded in agreement as he said, "Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer."

The corner of Dean's mouth twitched and said, "O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do;" he gestured with the hand still intertwined with Castiel's, "they pray," a small shrug, "grant thou, lest faith turn to despair." He moved closer to the younger man and so did Castiel.

"Saints do not move," He said and shot a glance at Dean's lips then continued, "though grant for prayers' sake."

Dean smiled softly and leaned his head closer to the younger man's letting his breath ghost against his lips as he whispered, "Then move not, while my prayers effect I take." He moved closer, aiming to steal a soft kiss from the younger man but a hand pushed against his chest. The younger man was biting his lower lip with a shy smile; their hands still intertwined.

"I don't think so." He muttered as he pushed Dean away from him. He let go of the older man's hand and moved backwards. He still didn't know who the man was and didn't like the thought of giving his first kiss to someone he didn't even know.

Dean let out a nervous chuckle and put his hands inside his pockets and said, "Damn. Just when I thought I'd get lucky to kiss a hot guy like you."

Castiel huffed out a short laugh and asked, "Do you do this often?"

"Not really. You were simply irresistible up there." He winked, making the younger man blush lightly. The lighting was enough for them to see each other's expressions.

"Are you going to tell me who you are?" Castiel asked after a few moments of silence.

"Maybe." He replied in a teasing tone and moved closer to the younger man. "Are you interested to know who I am?"

"I don't know." Castiel responded in the same teasing manner and stayed where he stood as the older man approached.

"I think you are." Dean took another step forward with a slightly seductive smile. "I think you want to know me." He flirted and took one last step, giving him a two-foot distance from Castiel.

"You're confident. How do you know I even like men?" Castiel crossed his arms over his chest and tilted his head to one side with a challenging smile.

"Because you're obviously flirting with me, aren't you?" Dean said with a smirk and took another step forward.

Castiel looked away and Dean can see the blush tainting the younger man's cheeks—what was visible of it anyway—and smiled widely, taking one more step closer to him. "I've never flirted with anyone." The younger man admitted quietly. Dean was quite surprised that the younger man has never flirted with anyone. At his age—which was probably sixteen or seventeen to him—he should know the art of flirting.

"Really?" Dean blurted out. At Castiel's shy nod,he continued. "If this is your first time at flirting, you're very good at it." Castiel chanced a glance at him and smiled softly, tightening his arms around him, as if he was defending himself.

Dean found the younger man's shyness quite adorable—something he would never admit—and held his chin, tilting his head upwards so that he could meet his eyes. He just noticed how stunning those blue eyes were. Before he could stop himself, he leaned down to capture the younger man's lips with his own, but was once again pushed away gently.

"I told you; I don't think so. I won't give my first kiss to a stranger." Castiel said nervously and looked away.

"Would it help if you knew my name?" Dean teased. Castiel bit his lower lip shyly and looked back at Dean's eyes.

"What is your name?" He whispered by Dean's mouth; his breath ghosting against Dean's lips.

They simply stared at each other for a short while until Dean wet his lips. "Jensen." He lied smoothly, "Jensen Ackles."

Castiel tilted his head to one side, studying his face as if he was unconvinced by the name given to him. He simply nodded his head softly, even though it seemed that he didn't believe the older man and said. "It was to meet you, Jensen." He walked out of Dean's hold and smiled at him one more time before he went back inside. This time, Dean let him go, only the thoughts of Castiel with him filled his mind.

Sorry for the short chapter. Nishishi. :3