Whispers

Is it you?: Chapter nine

[Castiels POV]

I was skipping down a paved path. Everything looked so beautiful all around me. I don't know how to describe it. The colors were more colorful, the trees more full, feelings were 10 times stronger. It felt wonderful.

"Is this heaven?"

I asked myself.

"No silly, this is just a meadow."

I turned my head towards the boy sitting next to me. I knew I had seen him before. He had the nicest hair. It was a blondish brown and it framed his face perfectly.

But what I really was drawn to was the eyes. They were greener that the prettiest green I have ever seen. I didn't know who this boy was, but his eyes told a story. A happy story. They were filled with life and joy.

"What's a meddo?"

"Meadow. And it's a beautiful field place."

"I like meadows. This is my favorite meadow in the whole wide world!"

"I like it too Cas."

Cas? Who's Cas? Wait... He must mean me! But... Only one person has ever called me that. Who is this kid? And why is he calling me that?

I take another look at the boy sitting across from me.

My eyes widen at a sudden realization. Dean. This is Dean. My Dean.

"Can this meadow be our meadow?"

"Sure Cas, this is our meadow. Our special place."

"I like having a special place."

"Me too Cas, me too."