How I fell in love with Dean Winchester.
By Castiel Novak
I first met the top model when he came into my brother's café and made me late for the interview of my life by demanding profiteroles with chocolate inside. After that, he became a perfect gentleman and took me to the interview which ended up being my worst nightmare: I had to tail this man I despised and write an article about him coming out of Narnia finally.
The first few weeks were hell. Dean may be handsome, trendy and drives a beautiful vintage Chevy Impala, but he was incapable of doing his own washing and making a sandwich. I was once phoned by him at 3 in the morning, as I was doubling as his P.A, that he didn't know how to turn off his new television and have been watching 'The Honey Boo-Boo show' for 6 hours. He also threw a strop because I left him to do his own washing and all his shirts turned pink.
We fought. We fought a lot, and Dean would always try his hardest to apologise, even when it was my fault. I guess the night he sat by my bedroom door to prove how sorry he was, was the night I started to fall.
My fondest memory with Dean is out trip to Disney World. The day out itself was, as any other trip to Disney World: we went on all the rides, took photographs with the characters and he bought me a Simba toy that lives at the bottom of our bed. When we came home, Dean held me and I was finally comfortable with whom I was. I was raised in a Christian family and am religious man. And being told by many people in my church that God created everyone equally and that gay men and women are as loved by God as anyone else, it didn't make me believe it as much as it did when I lay in my Dean's arms.
He is perfect.
He is so handsome with his deep green eyes and perfect jaw structure, I do swoon a little when he calls me Angel (as I am named after God's warrior Angel, he has decided that is my pet name. I call him honey when he's in my good books, and every swear word under the sun when he's not) and when he sings gives me Goosebumps. He is ever so romantic; I get left little posted notes and text messages full of poems and kisses, and he has even written a song for me. He is too good for a plain old farm boy; but I am never going to give him up. He is the best thing that has ever been in my life, and I thank God every day
I love Dean Winchester and he loves me. We're ready to face the world together, and we have already decided on our pairing name: Destiel.
This is Destiel stepping out of the cupboard.