bold, destiel

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Castiel hurried himself into the library, he needed to write because he had so many trains if thoughts going around at the same time he could almost feel them slamming into each other. His brain being bombarded by the woman's coat and the little boy holding his new kitten, every thought going whatever which way. He already felt calmer as he gave a small upturn of his lips to the man sitting at the main desk, he smiled back as he looked at the books on his desk.

Castiel went over to the especially quiet section of the library, which was the fiction section. A lot of people took books from there, but they always went to read by the windows that stretched feet tall. Castiel found a certain feeling came from fictitious readers, they always seemed to favour something a bit different that actually wasn't that different but plenty foreign to them. Once in a while Castiel does sometimes find readers who don't sit by the windows, but not often.

Castiel often got feelings - or energy if you will - off of things, let it be a single word, a sound, people, places, really anything. Most of the time it was lovely, extremely inspiring. Other times it was insanely overwhelming, emotions come in without warning can have a cost and take something out of you, especially if the emotions are something the opposite of what you were currently feeling. It can take a toll on some, Castiel has by now delt with it, and writing stuff in his journal has helped with his feelings. But 82/100 of the times the feelings he gets off of everything makes him feel amazing in a blissful and pleasant way.

Castiel started to scribble down about how the tiny kitten shown sun rays and a bit of clouds as the boy hugged it closely. Castiel has always had a small habit of explaining everything slightly different from what his teachers would expect in his essays, saying that you can replace "jumping off of a waterfall" with "excitement". But then Castiel would always tell them "But then it's not as exciting is it? Letting an entire feeling be simplified to one word." And he would always get a lovely smile from his English teacher.

Now Castiel is 19 and its almost a daily thing if walking to the library to let go of his thoughts and maybe pick up some book to get feelings of if he's feeling up to it. His family just pays for his rent and gives him money every month, they don't disown him, but don't really take joy in having him as their son. They're wealthy and that's all Castiel seems to take advantage of, they all run some popular business that overwhelms Castiel with the feelings of sorrow and repetitiveness.

Castiel heard someone walk over and stay for a while as they danced around the books they thought about taking on an adventure with them.

Some people called Castiel childish and uneducated for the way he thought, he knew where they were coming from but solely didn't care. He preferred the way his mind worked over some of the other ones, and the way he thought didn't affect anyone so sometimes he was confused to as of why they used to care so much. The way he thought always made everything more interesting, and sometimes life can be pretty boring.

Suddenly Castiel felt a spike of energy around him which made him jump and seize the black ink that danced among the blue dotted line. He was then met with a man with the entire spectrum of green in his eyes and a feral but also childish lollipop smile.

Castiel wasn't really met with him, but he saw him from two tables down. He sat down quickly and started writing in a maroon coloured journal, suddenly engulfed within his own ideas. Cas yearned for him to look up and meet his eyes, they were so interesting and had so many things to say. His hair was also very interesting, it looked rather messy and Castiel became even more interested.

This man was taking up a big fraction of his mind as all of the other trains he had seemed the float away back to the people that boarded them, the green eyed man being the conductor of his own train and it was almost driving Castiel mad.

He started writing about this man, he had so many different things to say about him and he didn't know if he could say all of it in the right time. He kept glancing back up at him and then back to his notebook and the drabble about the messy haired man that gave Castiel the feeling of the colour red

red is also an extremely emotionally intense colour, this man feels bad for me. Like a candy or alcohol I shouldn't drink or eat too much off. Or maybe just in a tantalizing way.

He wrote down in the margins, when he went to glance back up at the man he was looking back at him. Castiel froze for a second feeling embarrassed, he wore a lazy smile that sent Castiel in a mindless blizzard he couldn't seem to find his way out of. He looked back down and tried to remember what he was going to say, he started to write about his eyes. He was so interesting, a new species of something he needed to know more of. He gave off a feeling that was intoxicating to Castiel, he had only found people that felt like that twice and he had only seen them for less than a minute. Now that Cas had finally seen someone that wasn't busy in the middle of New York too busy to speak to you because they had a meeting to be at. New York was a place of lost opportunities to Castiel, he's never going there again, especially because it's so loud. This man gave of a feeling of going somewhere in the early hours of the morning just because he had a small inkling of an idea of it, this man felt complexly carefree in the most interesting way possible. Just the pure feeling of being free.

"I hope you don't mind me sitting with you."

Castiel looked up due to the voice, but first a surge of energy that hit him like a train. He was met with the green spectrum and shook his head as he gestured to the seat in front of him. His voice reminded him of a certain key on the piano he couldn't remember for the life of him. He was so intriguing and Castiel felt like there was something for him to offer. As he sat down in front of him Castiel felt like he was in a rollercoaster that lurched forward on a steep drop.

"I felt like I should move closer, it looked like you were stressing your eyes every second you glanced up. I'm Dean by the way"

Castiel felt his face go violet and the back of his neck warmed as he put his hand on it and instantly went to apologize.

"I'm sorry, but I have so many things to say about you, and I felt if I didn't write fast enough the things I have to say about you might go away."

He said, after mumbling his own name to Dean as his green eyes read confusion.

"That's a lovely name, I've always liked angelic names. But if you don't mind me asking, what do you have to say about me?"

Dean asked, his face showed a lovely spark of interest that overtook his confusion. Castiel then explained to him how his brain got sort of "cluttered" when there was too many ideas going on at once and how he had several journals full of ramblings and descriptions of how people he walked past made him feel and so on. 

"That's pretty cool, sounds stressful, but cool."

Dean said, Castiel smiled a bit as he put his pen down and gave his full attention to Dean and what he had to say about Castiel's situation. It was interesting as he tried to explain how it was, Dean was afraid to say something to offend the angelic named boy but also wasn't completely sure what to say. This boy's story had Dean held captive.