I'd Rather Have Destiel

Love-grams

Summary:

Love-grams aren't known to bring two oblivious teenage boys together, but sometimes they do anyway.

Notes:

ooc Dean warning (especially at the end)

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

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It was that time of the year again, and students were happily spreading their fondness for each other through superficial gifts and incoherent text messages. The Valentine festive was frivolous, but Castiel couldn’t help smiling in contentedness at all his classmates. He couldn’t say that he wanted to openly share his affections with anyone like all his peers, but Dean Winchester was a good contender for the position – perhaps maybe the only. That was exactly why Castiel had chosen recklessly to buy him a love-gram.

It did take some prompting from Charlie, who was selling them.

“Buy a love-gram and you can write a message to someone you care about and give them chocolate without the hassle of actually having to do it! Only one-fifty each!” Giggling students were lining up in front of the set up table to buy some, and the ones who already had the notes were writing either summarized love letters to their crushes or jocular ones to friends. Castiel was about to walk on ahead like he always had for the past three years of High School until Charlie stopped him.

“Hey, Castiel! You wanna buy one for a special someone?”

He stopped in his tracks and smiled politely at the redheaded girl. “Sorry,” he said, the apology automatic after years of rehearsal. “I’m not interested.”

He was about to continue walking, but Charlie refused to let him go so easily. “Come on,” she told him, absentmindedly collecting one girl’s money and handing her a slip of paper to write her message on. “You can buy some for yourself and support the school. Or…maybe you want to write a special secretive message to someone in the school?” She grinned at him, and Castiel hesitated. Charlie definitely knew that there was someone Castiel had his eyes on, but it was the question of who it was. He had no intention of telling anyone that he liked Dean, but an unsigned love letter wouldn’t cause any harm. Dean got plenty of love letters from other students fawning over his looks in the past years, and it wouldn’t be atypical for him to receive another one this year.

“Fine,” he finally said, agreeing. He searched the pocket of his trench coat for some loose change and handed Charlie a fistful of coins. She took it and gave him a pen and a slip of paper, frowning at the coins and adding up the amount. Meanwhile Castiel was hunched over the paper, pen poised to write and eyebrows furrowed in thought. He ended up writing something short and sappy that would embarrass him if anyone ever found out who wrote it. He hurriedly gave it to Charlie, wanting to get it out of his sight before he chickened out and rip it to shreds. “Thanks,” he said, wrapping his trench coat tighter around himself and heading away toward his original destination with brief steps.

“Wait! Cas, you gave me way more than it cost,” Charlie called after him.

“Keep the change,” he called back.

When he went home, thoughts of the message plagued him, rendering him unable to sleep. He paced his bedroom long after everyone in the household was sleeping. “Dean will not notice,” he told himself in the dark in an attempt to alleviate the panic. “He receives love letters every year. What makes mine special from the rest? No one will notice. Except Charlie, maybe.” Charlie Bradbury had a knack for figuring things out.

Castiel continued to assure himself out loud until he heard banging on the wall from the room next door. “Shut up!” the muffled voice of his brother Gabriel called through the walls. “Some people are actually trying to sleep here, you know!”