I'll Read to You (Destiel)

Chapter 1 - Moving In

"Dean! Get your ass down here and meet the new neighbors!" I heard Sam call up the stairs as the doorbell rang. I groaned and stood up from the computer, pressing the "B" key and then quickly typing "VVK" into the keyboard. I groaned again as the familiar voice said "Stepping away for a moment!" and I realized I was letting my team down. I rushed down the stairs, still in pajama pants and yesterday's t-shirt to see the family at the door, being greeted by Sam and my parents, Mary and John.

"Hi, my name is Dean Winchester, and I'd love to talk but I'm in the middle of a ranked match right now, rating at stake, blah blah blah, got to go bye." I bolted back up the stairs.

"Sorry about that," my Dad said, "he's a bit too serious about his games. If you want, you can go up and see if you can talk to him there." I groaned again.

What? Now they're going to send their little quiet-ass up here to stand awkwardly? I heard footsteps slowly make their way closer, and when they were right outside, I turned around. "Come in, I'm not naked." I heard a half-assed chuckle from the other side and then a kid, about my height - probably my age too - walked in the room.

"Hi. My name i- You're playing SMITE?!" I turned and smiled at the kid.

"The name's Dean. And you, whoever you are, I like." I winked and turned back to the game.

"Bakasura?"

"Yep. Working on mastery."

"Jungle? Wait of course you are you have Bumba's."

I grinned at him for a quick second and turned around, running into the middle lane and using my ultimate, scoring a quadra kill and a deicide, which in turn led to surrender from the enemy team. I whooped and then spun in my chair to face him and to get more than a quick glance at him. The first thing I noticed were his deep blue eyes. Not bright and piercing, but dark and soothing. His hair was a dark brown color, and he was wearing a white button down shirt and a worn beige-ish trench coat. His blue tie (which matched his eyes) was hung loosely around his neck, as if the second he was away from his parents he had pulled it away from his neck. "So do you have a name, trench-coated-one?"

"It's Castiel." He said with a smile.

I made a gagging noise and started to spin around in my chair. "Ew. Too long. I'll just call you Cas, 'kay?"

He quickly grabbed the arm to the chair and stopped me mid spin, getting way too close for comfort before saying "No one. Calls. Me. Cas."

"Well then Castiellllluh. Now someone does." I grinned as he stepped away with his head cocked to one side. "So Cas where are you from?"

"Do you want me to call you D?"

"Nope."

He sighed and stuffed his hands in his pockets. "I'm from the city. Moved out to Montauk after school ended for the summer, and then I'm going to Stony Brook starting this fall."

"Really? Me too! What classes?" I asked, getting up and jumping on my bed, patting the spot next to me. He sat down awkwardly, fiddling with his coat before replying.

"Majoring in Music Theory and Composition, minor in Performance. You?"

"Majoring in CAD, and Game Dev., and then minor in Writing." He smiled at me and then groaned when his parents called him.

"I guess I have to go."

"You can't stay for just a little longer?" I didn't really care. I think. He stood up and began walking towards the door. When he had one hand on the handle and the other one at his neck he started talking.

"No, we've got more people to meet and we're unpacking today." He sighed. "I wish I could stay."

I frowned. "Ah well. See you round Cas." He flipped me a finger and tried to fix his tie, but failed miserably. I laughed at him.