The Footman

1.1

April, 1913

Days after the incident, everything was tense and awkward between the two. Dean wouldn't let Castiel near him for a week. John said angry words at Dean, wishing he would just accept the life style of the upper class. Dean let it be labeled as that because he preferred it over the actual reason.

Within the week, the sky had turned overcast again until the clouds clawed their way across the sky, leaving it crystal blue. The clouds now we're like snow white candy floss and the world seemed a little brighter. Once this occurred, Dean immediately went outside into the garden again. He brought his sketch pad and his glasses, hoping to find some quiet time away from all the chatter in the house. Dean wound up again in the same ivy covered arch way like he did before. He was delighted when he stepped into the clearing and saw that tree branches were tickling the corners and edges of the top and were budding. Once spring blossomed, there would be flowers and everything would be so deliciously green.

Dean sat down on one of the benches and slid his glasses on. He began sketching the buds and the detailed walls. As time trickled by, his drawings changed from trees to human bodies. Dean found himself sketching Castiel's face when he stopped himself. He raised his tired hand and squinted down at the pages in dismay. The drawing did share the same shapes and lines as the footman's face, but there was something missing.

"Sir-Dean?" A gravely voice pierced through Dean's hazy gaze at his sketch.

His head snapped up with his lips parted, "What?!"

"I'm sorry to disrupt you, Dean. You looked so focussed in your work." Castiel took a step closer from the archway where he stood before.

"Y-you where watching me?"

Castiel's face went a little red but he shrugged, "More observing than just watching." He paused, "What were you drawing?"

Dean sucked in a breath, "Just trees and things."

The footman smiled a little and looked at his feet, "I like trees quiet a bit. They kind of remind me of you."

"How?" Dean frowned.

He shrugged again, "Well, I dunno, it's just that they're so strong. They start out so tiny and thin, but later they're tall and they're strong and beautiful. Even though people cut them down, another one always grows back. They grow towards the sun." Dean stared at Castiel, blinking slowly. The footman swallowed and shook his head, "I dunno. It sounds stupid, I know. I'm bad with words and sorts, I apologize for even brining it up."

Dean finally exhaled, "Don't apologize. Sure, it was a little awkward but it was still beautiful. Thank you." He smiled lightly and Castiel looked a little relieved.

"Your father has invited you to tea. That's-that's why I came and found you." Castiel breathed in heavily.

"How did you find me? I can't find my way around this place." Dean asked sincerely.

The blue eyed man chewed on his bottom lip a little too seductively before replying, "I'll show you around sometime."

Dean nodded, "Thank you." He stood up and stretched, fully aware of Castiel's wandering eyes. He closed his sketchbook and removed his glasses, putting them in his pocket. He walked over to the footman, maybe a little too close.

"You're-you're welcome." Castiel's ocean eyes flicked down to Dean's plump lips for just a second. Dean wet his lips nervously, trying desperately not to look at the footman's. He didn't succeed and took a risk of glancing at the pale, chapped ones before him.

They shared a look that was screaming kiss me. An understanding soaked through the both of them but before either could lean in, Castiel turned and lead Dean out of the garden.