The Angel Next Door

|SIX| Parties & Connections

"How do I look?" I asked Sam, checking myself over in the bedroom mirror.
He gave me a bored expression. "You look like you do every day."
I rolled my eyes. Jeez, Sam can be a downer. "Well yeah, but do I look OKAY?"
He narrowed his eyes at me, before shaking his head.
"Oh Lord, why do I have such a weird brother?" He asked, looking up at the ceiling.
"The ceiling won't tell you anything, Sammy!" I called, quickly leaving the room, smiling to myself.
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I run my hand through my hair one last time, hoping to achieve that messy but sexy look.
"Here goes nothing," I muttered to myself before knocking on the front door of Castiel's house.
After a couple moments the front door swung open to a woman with brown hair that appeared to be Cas's mom.
"Hello," I greeted, offering a small smile.
Her face lit up, gesturing for me to come inside. "Hi! You must be Dean, right?"
I nodded, wondering how she knew my name. "Uh, yes. My brother, Sam, should be coming in an hour or so. He had to finish some project or something." I said, stepping into their home.
"Oh! Well that's okay, that's when most people start showing up anyways." She informed, leading me into the kitchen.
"Castiel should be down any minute, he is still getting ready, I believe." She said, setting paper plates out on the counter.
"Alright, thank you." I said, looking around the kitchen.
"Am I a little early?" I asked, realizing the quietness in the house.
"Well, you did come an hour early." She said, shrugging. "But it's no big deal, we were almost done setting up anyways."
An hour early? The letter said 5:00 p.m...
"Oh, well I must have read the letter wrong then." I said, trying to laugh off the awkwardness.
She gave me a smile, before opening up the patio door out to the back yard. "Like I said, it's not a big deal. Castiel can keep you busy until then. He's told me quite a bit about you anyways." She said, a small grin on her face.
I furrowed my eyebrows, surprised that Cas would talk about me. "What's he say?"
She shrugged. "Just how you're his new friend and how you are nice to him and stuff like that, ya know? I just think it's good that he's making some friends." She explained.
I nodded, feeling a little flattered that Cas thought of me as his friend.
But what does she mean by 'I just think it's good that he's making some friends'? Did Cas not have very many friends before? Does he have the same problem I have?
I shake the thought, trying not to let my mind jump to conclusions.
"Well, I'll be outside helping my husband cook. You can meet Castiel upstairs in his room if you would like," she said, before walking out into the back yard with a plate of hotdogs.
Once she was outside, I walked over to the stairs, deciding whether I want to meet Cas up in his room or not.
What if the warm feeling comes back? What does it even mean?!
Before I even realized it, I was already at the top of the stairs. Dammit.
I tightened my jaw, walking over to the only closed door on the second floor.
"Hello? Cas?" I called, knocking on the closed door.
I heard some footsteps on the other side, and suddenly the door opened, revealing a causally dressed blue eyed boy.
Before I could stop myself, I blurted out the first thing that popped into my idiotic brain.
"You look nice." I said, but instantly slapping myself (internally of course).
A cute smiles spread on his face as he looked down at his shoes. "Thanks, Dean."
I smiled back, the familiar warm wave filling my chest again.
I cleared my throat, breaking the moment of silence. "So, I came a little early," I laughed, glancing past him to see his room.
"Oh, about that..." he began, rubbing the back of his neck. "I accidentally put the wrong time on your card. Sorry about that."
I nodded, raising an eyebrow. "Accidentally or purposely?"
His face turned a light shade of red, looking away from my gaze.
"Well, I don't know," he mumbled, clearly embarrassed.
"Well that's okay, I don't mind." I said, playfully nudging him.
He smiled, laughing lightly.
"Well, you can see my room if you want, since you're so early." He suggested, stepping out of the doorway to let me in.
"Okay," I said, stepping into his small bedroom.
Books. That's the first thing I see. I could have sworn he had more books than wall in his room.
I walked over to one of the shelves, realizing most of the books are about greek mythology.
"You like Greek Gods?" I asked, fantasied by all the books.
"And angels," he added, his eyes lighting up.
I laughed, turning around to face him. His blue eyes met mine, and the breathless sensation returned.
Why does he make me feel this way? A part of me already knew why, but the other half refused to believe it.
After a couple more minutes of looking at the various books and drawings, I made my way over to his bed and sat down.
"Well it's quite a room you got here," I said, letting out a quiet yawn.
He nodded, sitting down next to me on the bed. His hand lightly brushed mine as he sat down. And even though it was only for a second, it made my insides scrabble. I stared at our hands, merely inches apart, and I started to wonder what they would look like together.
"Hey, Dean?" Cas asked, making me look away from our hands.
"Yeah, Cas?" I asked, searching his face.
He paused for a moment, clearing his throat.
"I did put the wrong time on your card, purposely... I just, I just wanted you to come early so we could talk and... stuff." He said, shyly. A light blush covering his face.
I turned my head, smiling to myself.
He wanted me to come early? Just so we could talk? This kid is pretty clever, I give him that.
The bubbly warm feeling is overflowing in my chest now, and I'm not sure how much longer I can sit here smiling before my heart bursts. But for some reason, I think I would be okay with that.
"Well," I said, turning to look into his blue eyes. "I'm glad you did."