Now, there are several things you need to understand about Castiel Novak. For one, he wasn't into girls. He'd dated several, only to discover that they were not his thing. Not romantically, anyway. Two, he hadn't dated a lot of guys, but he had seen a lot of them. Walking around, sitting down, dancing, whatever. Cute ones, ugly ones, handsome ones, nerdy ones, funny ones, annoying ones, etc. He'd just seen a lot of them.
Three, not a single one of all those guys, not even the ones in the magazines, could compare to the unbelievably handsome, just-a-little-taller-than-Castiel, emerald-eyed, just straight out beautiful god who had just walked onto the stage, holding a microphone and a guitar.
In many stories, this moment would have been a love at first sight moment, but this is not one of those stories. In this one, it's just an oh my god let me kiss him moment. Which is a completely different thing.
And so, Castiel sat there, staring at the guy whose name he didn't even know, with his mouth slightly open.
"Good evening," said God, and God had a heavenly voice, "My name is Dean Winchester, this is Jo and this is Ash, we are The 67s and we were just wondering if you're all ready to rock."
Everyone in the room cheered – except for Castiel, of course, who was still gaping.
The cheering died down and Dean started playing. The riff was one that Castiel would know anywhere: Tie Your Mother Down by Queen. So not only is Dean the most attractive guy in the universe, thought Castiel, he also has good taste in music. Gosh, the guy was perfect.
Standing on the stage, where he belonged, doing what he did best, Dean felt great, and if you asked him, the gig went by much too fast. Before he knew it, they were playing the last song and it was time to say goodbye and go backstage. As he was walking off the stage and the crowd cheered one last time, he felt a shiver go down his spine. A good shiver, though. A happy one. Whatever that means.
He got his phone out of his pocket to text Charlie:
Meet me backstage.
Charlie was surprised how easy it had been to convince Castiel to come with her. She'd thought he wouldn't want to meet Dean because of his self-admitted social awkwardness, but apparently he did, so, that was good.
Dean had been waiting for them right outside the changing room (which nobody actually used to change in, it was more of a room-for-miniature-afterparties) and he invited them in.
"Ash and Jo have already left. Where's Sam?
"He's with Jess."
"Ah. Of course. So, who's this guy?"
"This is Castiel. He's new," Charlie replied.
"Hello, Dean," said Castiel, extending out his arm.
Dean was surprised but shook Castiel's hand anyway. "So, Cas," he said, "You ever play a guitar? Drums? Anything rock 'n' roll?"
The black-haired boy seemed shocked. "No. Why?"
"I want you in my band."
"Why would you want me in your band?"
"Because then I'd have a reason to hang out with you! But I guess just wanting to is reason enough, eh?" Dean winked and Cas felt like he was going to melt. He tried to form words, but it was useless. Thankfully, Charlie saved him.
"Castiel, you can write songs, right? I heard someone say something about that."
Okay, not saved then. But it was something. Castiel shrugged. "I have written several songs but I do not believe they are very good." He was feeling extremely uncomfortable.
Dean, on the other hand, seemed overjoyed. Even a little impressed. "That's awesome! We've been wanting to have some songs of our own to play for a long time, but neither of us can write lyrics, so maybe you can help us with that."
There were a few moments of silence before Castiel, with doubt in his voice, agreed.
Author's note: sorry about my chapters being so short, but my writing is always like ten minutes of writing, half an hour of being distracted, half an hour of thinking, half an hour of being distracted, ten minutes of writing, half an hour of being distracted, etc.
So yea. Also, I'm so bad at this and I hate myself for it. But it's still fun. Idk.