Young and Beautiful [A Destiel Fanfic]

Chapter 3: So the Real Fun Begins

Cas got off work early that day, at around three. Gabriel had to stay until midnight again since he was the only bus boy they had. The overtime paid well though, and Lord knows those two needed the money. Cas walked down the street toward the town square. The diner was located almost at the heart of a little town just outside of Lebanon, Kansas. It wasn't much, but it was enough. There was a small market to buy food, a few other little clothing stores, a coffee shop, a bakery, a bookstore, and several apartments. The bookstore was Cas's favorite place to go. The smell of books—new and old—and just the calm, quiet atmosphere of a bookstore was unrivaled. As he made his way down the street, Cas pulled his cell phone out of his pocket. He had put Dean's number as well as Sam's into his phone before he left work, and was considering sending the former a text.

He scrolled through his contacts until he found Dean and pressed on the name. He chose the "SEND A MESSAGE" option which brought him to the messaging screen. Cas stopped walking and bit his lip. His thumbs hovered over the keyboard on the screen before his pointer finger made the decision. He shut it off and slipped it back in his pocket. Cas got a few more feet before he swore under his breath and pulled his phone out again. This time he typed a single word in the text box.

Hey

Cas stared at the word. It looked so weird on the screen, almost foreign. After a moment's consideration, he hit backspace three times and shut his phone off again. He put it back in his pocket and headed to the bookstore. Upon arriving at his destination, Cas let out a small growl. "Fuck it," he hissed, pulling his phone out for a third time. This time, he didn't give himself enough time to overthink it. He typed in his message and hit send.

Hey this is Cas

There. It's done. You did it. At least you can say you tried, he thought. He put his phone back in his pocket and entered the bookstore. The clerk, a boy who couldn't have been older than seventeen, smiled at him when he stepped inside. "Hey, Cas!"

"Hello, Kevin," he replied with a friendly smile. "How's school?"

"Pretty good. I'm ready for senior year to start, though. Summer is boring. All I do is work and volunteer... and do my violin lessons because my mom can be kind of a psychopath when she's insistent," Kevin answered, laughing a bit at his own words.

Cas smiled a little. "Once school is over, everything changes," he promised. "Got any new releases?"

"A few, but mostly memoirs or political jargon," Kevin said.

Nodding, Cas wove his way through the shelves toward the back. The back was where all the fiction and fantasy novels were—that was his favorite part. Just as he reached the first row of fiction, he heard his phone ding in his pocket. He pulled it out and saw the notification: TEXT MESSAGE FROM DEAN.

His heart did a somersault. Quickly, he swiped open his phone and opened the message.

Dean: hey cas! glad you texted back. didnt think u would

Cas's fingers quickly began typing out a message, but he stopped himself. He needed to play this carefully. Dean had to be interested in him—why else would he have given Cas his phone number? But a voice in the back of Cas's head told him to be wary. Why would someone like Dean want someone like you? He's like a sex god and you're just a pale, skinny, nerd. He bit his lip again and sent the message he'd been typing anyway.

Cas: sure why wouldn't i?

Moments later, Dean's reply came.

Dean: idk u seemed kinda outta my league