It was Valentine's Day, Castiel used to hate those days that just remind him of how alone he was, being a librarian was good though, it was a job that provided him some stability and some seclusion from the rest of the world.
Castiel was sitting still in a table close to the window, a waitress with long dark hair stopped to take his order with a gentle smile.
"Good morning, my name's Meg," she says, taking her note pad out of her apron "What will it be, sugar?"
Castiel blushed, making sure to hide his "Wuthering Heights" copy between his lap and the table. He knew that it was supposed to be a lady's book, but he couldn't help but love the romance and tragedy. "I'll have two fried eggs and bacon."
"Ok, two fried eggs and bacon coming up" says Meg, taking note and returning to the kitchen. As she walked away, Castiels' phone rang, it was his sister, Rachel.
For one second, he thought about picking it up or not. His sister was dear to him but her happiness somehow hurt him, was it jealousy or envy?
"Hello?" He just picked up, instead of fretting like a little girl.
"Cas, I need your help with a gift," says Rachel happily "It's Valentine Day!"
"I know, Rachel." Castiel replied, rubbing his hand together to find some warmth. He missed his bed, If he could, he would lay in his bed all day long and shield himself from all the world. "Do I have to help you pick a gift to Sam? You know I don't like this holiday, actually I don't like ANY holiday."
"Come on, Cas!" she says joyfully "I need your help!"
"Ok-Ok," mumbled Castiel under his breath, he knew it would make him feel worse, why did he torture himself like this? It was a mystery even to himself "But I really don't know which gift Sam would like it."
"He always borrow books from you," Rachel continues after a pause, "You know which type of book Sam likes"
"Are you going to try to hook me up with some other guy, again?" says Castiel with a smile while Meg placed his plate on the table with a smile and walked away. After his break up, it was right to say that he was broken – in pieces would be a better world to define it. "No," Rachel says, trying to hide her true intentions, "You just need to breathe fresh air and meet new people, and I really need your help, Cas."
"Rachel, you know I don't like when you try to hook me up with some guy!" says Castiel in reply, resting his book on the table now, so he can cut his fried eggs easier, wishing that this strange pain would go away with a few bites, like his hunger. But Castiel knew that a broken heart can't be mended with food, or sex, or any silly, romantic book.
"Well," she says after a soft laugh, "I promise I won't try to hook you up with anybody this time."
"Ok, I know I'll regret this." Castiel breathed deeply, knowing he would regret making that choice "In the mall, right?"
"Yes, in two hours," says Rachel happily, "Meet me in the food court close to Burger King."
"Ok, I'll be there," says Castiel, eating his bacon and thinking to himself, would this pain one day go away? If he could love again or at least fake it.
"Thank you, Cas!" says Rachel, hanging up happily.
By now, Castiel had eaten his food and prepared to leave. While walking though the door he bumped into a guy, dropping his book by his feet
"I'm sorry," he says, this guy smiled and picked the book up for him, his deep green eyes found Castiels' and they both smiled.
Castiel ducked his eyes slowly, tracing Dean's outlines. Suddenly that pain became more bearable, as if it didn't matter anymore, is this love at first sight?
"Oh, Wuthering Heights! That's a good book, actually the only one I read to the end." He continued with a soft smile.
"Oh … Huh … Yes, it's tragic," says Castiel, taking his book from the mans' hands, causing them to touch slightly. Castiel felt a spark, tiny and shy but nevertheless a spark that lit him up, like a lighthouse on the dark, velvet storm, guiding him home.
"But you know, I think that was her fault." says the man, smiling again, "Once you find love you must never let it go."
"I-I think the same" says Castiel blushing slightly, was this man flirting with him? Castiel wished he was, for one moment it looked like the world was wonderful and he was fearless - but reality stroked him down, fast and hard. Castiel extended his hand "I'm Castiel, sorry about bumping into you."
"That's all right," says the man, shaking Castiel's hand with both of his. "I'm Dean … Wait, aren't you the librarian on the Municipal Robert Blucher's library?"
"Yes, I am," says Castiel, embarrassed. How does he know me? Did I give him a book recommendation or something? It was a mix of fear and wonder that hovered on the air, "Why?"
"Oh, my brother Sammy is a really bookish guy," says Dean, still shaking Castiel's hand, "he told me about the place, and about a guy that gave him the best book recommendations."
"Oh, you're Sam's brother?" asks Castiel, remembering Sam saying something about his brother; how could he forget all about it? Sam loved to read about ghosts and the supernatural, "He likes fiction and thriller books, right?"
"Yeah," Dean says, laughing softly. He thought the way Castiel said it was cute, "I'm sorry, I'm talking too much, anyway … nice book, see you around, Castiel… Right?"
"Yes," says Castiel, blushing a little, he felt a strange attraction for Dean, the kind of attraction than can't be explained by words, a skin attraction, a dangerous attraction to the unknown, maybe it was just an animal attraction "See you around then."
Dean patted Castiel on his shoulder and entered the restaurant while Castiel left. Sam's brother is really a hot guy. What am I thinking? I don't really have a chance with him. Castiel considered himself an ugly duckling, a seclude and above all, a misfit.
"Come on Meg, tell me!" Dean pleads, sitting on a table, the diner was almost empty.
"No, Dean!" says Meg, pouring his coffee "Would you like that I tell others that you like boys? Huh?"
"I like boys AND girls," Dean says, grinning, it wasn't a shame for him sleep with boy or girls. It was just a matter of beauty, or a matter of how much lust he had at the moment. "I just don't tell everybody, and this is different."
"Why is this different?" she asked, innocently, sitting in the other side of the table. Meg knew Dean very well, she was the kind of girl that fell under the radar – pretty, but easily dismissed for a prettier girl.
"Because I don't have a gaydar like you!" Whispered Dean, hiding his mouth with his hand. Dean valued his "little secrets" like having cheated on his ex-girlfriend and having more sexual adventures that he wanted so he could live up to his reputation
"And I'm supposed to tell if he is gay to you because ..?" Whispered Meg in the same manner as Dean. She liked to play cat and mouse, of course she always saw herself as the cat.
"Because I'm your type, of course." Dean says, resting his back on the chair and smiling. He knew Meg had a bit of crush on him, but she would never admit it.
Meg laughed, "You are so cocky, you aren't my type." She lied like a pro; she could lie about anything, anytime and anywhere about anybody.
"Then what about this?" Dean cajoles, waving a fifty dollar bill in front of. He knew how to get answers from Meg, Dean knew what kind of girl she was – a bad girl with a good taste for money.
"Ok," Meg says, simply taking the note and putting it away in her pocket. She was as sharp as a razor, she could tell you anything about anyone, including sexual preferences, "he's gay."
"I knew it!" Dean cheers, feeling like he won the lottery. It was funny how he liked going out with hot girls but he liked goody-two-shoes in guys, "This must be my lucky day."
"Wait," Meg wagged her finger at him, she was a little incredulous about Dean's show of happiness, "Is he your type?"
"Yeah, he's a cute guy," Dean drunk his coffee nonchalantly. Dean knew it wasn't love; he wanted to have some fun with his type of guy for a change, "Are you blind?"
"So you have a librarian kink?" mocked Meg, laughing. It was funny – Dean was really superficial sometimes, "So what's your next step, Hunter?"
"Well, I didn't think about it…" Says Dean resting his cup on the table. He needed to be smart with Castiel but Dean knew what he wanted and he would get it, "I should meet up with him, get to know him better."
"I bet you can't … 'get to know him better'," Says Meg, wagging her eyebrows suggestively and wavering a fifty dollar bill in front of Dean's face, exactly as Dean has done earlier. She loved to tease Dean to do crazy and impulsive things that later would become her own tales, "fifty bucks says you can't."
"Oh, yeah I can," Dean smiles, filled with lust and enthusiasm, it had been a while since he got to play Hunter and Prey. "Prepare to lose your money, Meg."
"I heard he is going to be at the mall later." Says Meg smiling, Dean grinned.
"That's good. You'll see, Meg" Dean replies, standing up and putting his money on the table.
"Hey!" Meg says, suddenly, stopping him with her hand on his chest, "You know that your brother doesn't know that you like boys, what if he finds out?"
"He won't find out," says Dean, taking her hand and kissing it, "I'm sure … You, Castiel and I can keep a secret, right?"
" Ok," Says Meg laughing, "Pics it or it didn't happen!"
"Ok, I will," says Dean, leaving the diner and walking to his black motorcycle. That will be fun he thought, while starting the engine, I love hunting.