Gaurdian Angel

Chapter Seven

Before I went to bed last night, Sammy made me make him a promise. Get to know Castiel. I protested at first, but Sam insisted. At least friends. Then I could see whether my crush went past the purely physical. If so, it's always better to, as he said, 'be friends before you try dating' God that freaks me out.. But at the same time, I can't help but wish with all my heart that it happens... I woke up this morning with his name playing through my mind. I got a shower and got dressed, aiming for something... Hot? I dunno, I'd never attempted to dress to impress for a guy before... In the end, desperate as I was, I went to Sam for help. He laughed at me, but I didn't let it bother me. He picked out my outfit for me. The black and white Letterman jacket, I always wore. No option there. But Sam added a tight black shirt and a pair of jeans that had tan lines of stitches across the butt pockets. I felt a little self-concious, but I wore it anyway. I slipped on my black converse high tops, retying the laces a little tighter. I gelled my hair, brushed my teeth twice, and used some chapstick, then put a handful of mints in the pocket of my Letterman. I was so nervous that I forgot to cook breakfast for Sam and I, so we both settled for a poptart as we went out the door to get in my car. "So Sammy. How do you know so much about all this anyway?" I asked, glancing at my clothes again as I started my car, biting off a chunk of strawberry poptart. "I learned it from my boyfriend." He said casually, biting into his own poptart. I almost choked on my food. "Wait. You have a boyfriend?" he nodded. "And you never thought to tell me? How long?" I asked indignantly. He chewed his poptart thoughtfully. "Month and a half?" I was a bit offended. "So you've been dating some guy for six weeks, and you never thought to mention that to your brother? Even when we were talking about how I was afraid I might have a crush on a guy?" He shrugged, swallowed poptart, and said "Sorry man, didn't think you'd really care." I sighed. "Of course I care Sammy. What's his name?" He got one of those dopey smiles on his face and I smiled. "His name's Gabriel, but he's kind of a class clown so most people call him 'The Trickster'" He said, staring into the distance. "Well tell this trickster that if he pulls any nasty tricks on you, you got an older brother who can punch the crap out of him." I said, smirking. Soon, we pulled into the parking lot, just as a familiar figure stumbled out of a white car. Castiel. I parked a space or two over, heart beating wildly. I looked at Sam, fear in my eyes. He just gave me a smile and a tap on the shoulder. "You'll do fine." He got out of the car and leaned against it, pulling out his phone. He called someone, pressing the phone to his ear. Probably his boyfriend. I smiled. If my kid brother can do it, I can. I got out of the car and walked over to Castiel. He was attempting to fix the seat in his car, which was laying down. 'Alright Dean.' I thought. 'You got this dude.' I walked up behind him and asked "You need some help there?" I swear he jumped ten feet in the air, smacking his head off the car's door frame. He swore and spun around. "H-Hello? I don't think I know you." I smiled, then shook my head. "Not technically. I was the guy you ran into in the hallway yesterday." He nodded. "I figured since you picked up all my crap for me, I could do something in return. You look like that seat's giving you trouble, want some help?" He gave a hesitant nod. "Sure..." I leaned into the car and quickly fixed the problem, freeing the seatbelt caught in the mechanism that raised and lowered the seat, then raising the seat to a sitting position. I stood up straight and gestured to the seat. "All fixed. So what's your name?" He looked a little nervous as he said "Castiel Novak" I smiled at him and held a hand out for him to shake. "I'm Dean Winchester." We shook hands, the handshake lasting a second or two longer than it was supposed to. We dropped our hands to our sides and offered each other strange smiles. "So Castiel, what kinda stuff do you like to do?" I asked, my heart feeling like it was literally going to beat itself out of my chest. "Umm. I like writing. And reading. And sometimes I draw." He said, eyes darting back and forth between the ground and my eyes. "And you?" I thought for a second. "Hunting, video games, eating pie..." I chuckled nervously. "That's about it."