A/N:
Horray! I'm so happy you guys enjoy my first chapter and thank you for all of the alerts! Writing the first chapter was fun so I'm excited to see how this story progresses myself. I have no layout of what I want to happen so I just write the first thing that comes to mind, it makes it exciting because not even I know what will happen until I actually start typing.
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Chapter 2:

A long week had gone by since Dean had received the note that ended up consuming his thoughts. He was becoming slightly irritated, the more time went by. At first he was enamoured with the note, but he quickly became frustrated with it. He found himself giving everyone a second take, wondering if they were the one who wrote it. It was cruel, he thought, to leave a note of that magnitude in his locker with the pretense of never contacting him again. The anonymous writer was obviously shy, and uncomfortable expressing their feelings, as stated in the note itself, butcome on! They couldn't just leave him hanging like that.
He had nothing to go by, no way to contact the writer. He was almost tempted to just stand up on the table in the cafeteria in front of the entire student body and demand who ever wrote the note to come forward, and show their face. Obviously that wouldn't have been an ideal idea, since the anonymous suitor wanted to make himself unknown. He spent that long, dreadful week brainstorming ideas on how to track down this anonymous person, and after a frustrating week, the light bulb in his head went off. It was a long shot, but he decided to take to social media to grab the attention of the mystery writer. Surely they would see the post, and if not, at least hear about it. Dean most of the school on his FaceBook, and due to his social status in the school, word would spread fast, at some point reaching his anon. He tried not to be hopeful as he logged into his FaceBook, ignoring the 12 messages he had in his inbox, the 23 friend requests and the 16 notifications opting instead to click eagerly in the status box.

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It was Sunday and Cas was hanging out with his closest friends Jo, Garth, Chuck and Kevin at his house. His parents rarely minded the close-knit group often gathering at the Novak house, it was a regular occurrence and with his own entertainment center in his room, it was the idea spot to hang out. Cas and his family weren't hurting for money, not by a long shot. His father Jimmy was a neurosurgeon and his mother Amelia was a gynecologist, so both made a pretty penny and him and his younger brother Gabriel rarely went without. They were both spoiled, but unlike his brother, Castiel did not care much for material items, never bragging about his family's wealth and never showing off. If his family were to go poor, he wouldn't care. He insisted to his parents that he did not need a 50 inch TV in his room, or the newest game consoles, or the most high tech phone, but his parents insisted. They loved their two children and since Jimmy had grown up an only child to a single mother struggling to make ends meet, he vowed to himself that he would never let his children go without. Castiel appreciated their efforts, and when they told him that just accepting their gifts would make them happy, Cas gave in and let them spoil him. During his freshman year, he could have had a chance to become popular. People knew about his family and their wealthiness and wanted to get close to him to take advantage of that, and when he chose instead to sit with Kevin, Chuck, Garth and Jo at lunch instead of the "popular" group of kids consisting of Dean, Rufus, Adam, Ruby, Michael and Lisa, the popular kids took it personally and that's when the years of ridicule and bullying began. He didn't care though, just happy that he had a group of friends who liked him for him and not his family's money.

The group of friends were sitting in his large bedroom, engaging in various activities. Chuck and Kevin were playing some violent video game that Cas didn't care for, Garth was playing on Castiel's iPad, Cas was sketching in his art book and Jo was on the laptop, browsing the web. He felt his heart skip a beat as Jo interrupted the comfortable silence.

"Oh wow, looks like Dean Winchester has a secret admirer" she laughed.

"What?" Cas asked.

"Who cares?" Garth laughed.

"How do you know?" Kevin asked, not peeling his eyes away from the TV screen.

Jo just chuckled at her friend's responses.

"He posted a status on FaceBook, asking his anonymous suitor to come forward."

Cas felt his palms start to sweat, he took a deep breath calming himself down to mask the anxiousness that had washed over him, not wanting to give himself away.

"What did the status say?" Cas asked, feeling a wave of relief when his voice came out casual, and not flustered. Jo cleared her throat obnoxiously as if she was about to give a speech to the president.

"To whoever left that note in my locker, I'd like to thank you. I haven't been able to stop thinking about it and I'd like to know who you are. Come on, come out of hiding. I promise I don't bite." Jo said, trying to imitate Dean's manly voice. Cas felt like the air was taken from his lungs. Dean had not only read his letter, but he had enjoyed it. Dean was surely no stranger to being admired, so what made his note so different that the usual praise he received? He furrowed his brow, thinking deeply. He ideally wanted to ignore the plea of Dean's status, let it go and let Dean go on without another word from him. But he was curious now, maybe Dean had received another note from someone else, perhaps that's who Dean was speaking about. He had to know, and he decided that after his friends left that night, he would pen another letter.

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The next day Dean wasn't too shocked to have a couple of girls come up to him and confess to him as the mystery writer. He had quizzed them and asked them about the contents of the note and none of them could answer. He should have known posting that status would cause a ruckus, but he had to at least give it a try. If there was that 1% chance he could find the writer, he had to take it.
He sighed and made his way to his locker, dreading the long, boring math class that awaited him. He unlocked his locker and unsurprisingly a couple of notes fell out. It seemed that now the girls who pursued him before have now taken to trying to win his affections by writing love letters. He sifted through the notes, a jolt of excitement surging through his veins as his eyes fell on the familiar neat penmanship of his admirer. He crumpled the rest of the letters and threw them in his locker and looked around the halls to make sure nobody was watching him. He didn't want to be caught reading from the person he couldn't get off his mind. And surely enough, since he was already late for class, the hallways were deserted. He took a deep breath and opened the letter.

Hello, Dean.
It has come to my attention that you were interested in a note that was left in your locker. I had heard from the grapevine and felt as if my heart swelled when I heard you couldn't get your mind off of said note. I allowed myself to feel a moment of happiness but then it dawned on me that you are no stranger to being admired. Perhaps you were enthused with an additional note you may have received. I was silly in thinking that I would be the only one who thought to write you a note, but I had to know, if it had been my note that you couldn't stop thinking of.

It had taken a great deal of courage to write to you, and while I'm certain I will never reveal my identity to you, I would be elated if I knew my words had a positive effect on you. You have rarely given me the time of day before, so this would be a small victory for me. To just know that such a fascinating, perfect specimen of a man had been wooed by my words would mean a great deal to me.

I'm sorry if I am not the person you are looking for, and if it wasn't my note that you were referring to, I also apologize for wasting your time. Though I'm not entirely sure how I could get an answer to that question, I'd still like to know. Perhaps you could let me know on your Tumblr blog, I follow it, by the way, as I enjoy your taste in music and classic movies. A great blog from a great man, makes sense.

So if it's not too much to ask, please let me know. If I am not the one you wanted, I vow to you that I will cease leaving you notes.

Stay amazing, Dean.

- Anon.

Once again Dean was rendered speechless. He wanted to yell "OF COURSE IT'S YOU! THERE'S NOBODY ELSE WHO COULD MAKE ME FEEL THIS WAY!" but opted against it, for it would draw some unnecessary attention his way. This mystery writer followed his Tumblr, that came to a surprise but it warmed his heart. They apparently had the same taste in music and movies, I mean could this anon get anymore endearing? He stared at the letter for what felt like days. That neat, perfect penmanship and the crisp white paper meaning more to him than most of possessions. He folded it neatly and tucked it away safely in his pocket, wanting to add it to the first note which sat in his shoe box of valuable things tucked under his bed. He vowed to himself that when he returned home that night, he would let his suitor know that nobody could effect him the same way those notes did.

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Castiel checked his Tumblr multiple times that day, feeling a pang of disappointment whenever he refreshed his dash to see no new posts from Dean. He was stupid to think that it was actually him that Dean liked. Well, not him, but his notes.
He opted to just go home after school, and not hang with his group of friends. He felt a bit discouraged and wanted to be alone. He needed to catch up on some homework, anyway so it would offer him a much needed distraction from his own thoughts.
When he got home, he sauntered to the kitchen, reading a note his mother had left.

Castiel,

Dad's in surgery for a few more hours and I got called in on an emergency. Will try to be home tonight. Order you and your brother a pizza, and I'm sorry I couldn't cook for you guys tonight.
I love you and your brother and be good, no fighting, keep Gabe in check and if I don't get called in tomorrow, I will make your favorite for dinner tomorrow.

Love you, honey.

Love, mom.

Cas smiled to himself. His parents weren't around as much as he would like them to be but he understood that they both had demanding jobs, and that they were helping people, saving them. They always made it up to him and Gabriel if they were gone too long or had to cancel on a dinner or a birthday. He loved his parents and admired their hard work. He hoped some day he could grow up to be like them. Gabriel wasn't due home for another couple of hours, as he knew he had swim practice. He was on the swim team along with Dean's younger brother Sam, and the two younger boys would often hang out for a bit after swim practice. Cas grabbed an apple off of the bowl of fruit sitting on the kitchen island, padding back upstairs to his room, flopping onto his comfortable bed. He sunk his teeth into the sweet juicy fruit and started up his laptop to get a start on his homework. He decided to quick check his email, FaceBook and Tumblr before starting, and when he scrolled down the recent posts on his Tumblr dash, he almost choked on his apple. He blinked his eyes, rubbing them to see if he was seeing correctly. Dean had posted, and Cas's heart raced. He wanted to read the post but at the same time he didn't. What if his letter isn't what Dean wanted? Could he handle the rejection after getting his hopes up? He knew he should just man up and read it. He knew nothing would come from his note to Dean and only gave him one to ease his own feelings. He knew Dean was straight and he knew he would have most likely blown the note off as another infatuated little girl with a crush. He took a deep breath and read the post.

"To just know that such a fascinating, perfect specimen of a man had been wooed by my words would mean a great deal to me."
To the person who wrote this to me, I want you to know it was you I was referring to. Don't for a second doubt the effect your words have on me, my dear anon. Nobody could replicate those words if they tried. You told me you had no intentions of making yourself known, but I have to ask you why. What are you so afraid of? I'd like to get to know you. You have an interesting mind and a way with words that makes even the might Dean Winchester blush, haha.
Hope to hear from you soon, anon.

Cas read the post three times over. He felt giddy. Dean liked his letters, Dean wanted to get to know him. Maybe if he just made himself known...
Cas stopped his train of thought there. He was getting ahead of himself. Dean probably imagined his admirer as a beautiful, mysterious, sultry, intelligent woman. He knew from years of observing Dean's behavior that if he found out he was so intrigued with the notes that the nerdy, homosexual Castiel Novak wrote, he would blow a gasket. Not only that but if the 0.01% chance Dean still wanted to get to know him after he found out, the school would be in an uproar. He sighed in defeat. Feelings suck. He decided to write Dean one last note to tell him he can never be known, and to tell him that the notes would stop. So instead of starting up on his homework, he started on a fresh new note for Dean.

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A/N:
It's a short lil chapter but I hope it sufficed! I'll try to update this often, as I enjoy writing it. And to anyone who also reads my other story "Til It's Gone" I will try to update that tomorrow or Sunday!
Thanks for reading, lemme know whatcha think! :)