Love And War

Chapter 2

{Motorcycle is a 1946, black, two seater Vincent motorcycle---Deans}

December 24th, 1949

{Castiels POV}

Today was the day of the party, the day I would probably see Dean again. I didn't know much about him, but that only seemed to make him more intriguing. For a man I'd only met two times, he sure crossed my mind a lot.

I put on my nice white, button up shirt and slipped a light black overcoat on top of it. Black dress pants and shoes accompanied the outfit as well. One of the last things I added was my navy blue tie, it was my favorite of all the ties, for no particular reason other than I liked the color. As I was headed out the door I saw one of my collector trenchcoats hanging on the rack, and I couldn't help but throw it on over my outfit.With one last glance at the mirror, I walked outside and hopped in my car. Hopefully I would get a chance to talk to Dean tonight.

I was a late to the party but no one seemed to notice except Dean. He was leaned against the staircase in front of the door, almost as if hed been watching the entrance. Had he been waiting for me? He must have been because as soon as he saw me his dim smile turned into a full blown grin that caused his eyes to wrinkle, despite being young.

"Castiel, you made it!" Dean piped happily

"I said I was going to be here"

"Well ya but it was twenty minutes into the party and I hadn't seen you walk through the door"

"You watched the door for me?" I asked with a smile and his face went red as he blushed

"Uh.. Well.. "

He was flustered and obviously didn't know how to answer to that so I cut him off, trying to hide how happy his reply had made me.

"Hey, do you wanna go grab some drinks?"

It took him a minute to regain his confident smirk "uh, yes, drinks sound perfect"

We walked through the crowd of people to the room with food and drinks. Dean and I both picked up a shot and tapped our glasses together.
"To Christmas Eve" He stated

"To Christmas Eve" I repeated with a smile

We both raised our glasses and downed the shot. I winced as it fell down the back of throat with a burn. I'd forgotten how strong whiskey was, I rarely drank let alone drink whiskey.

Dean managed a chuckle and grabbed a beer after the shot, also handing me one. I was definitely going to be drunk by the end of the night.

"So, what's your story?" He leaned against one of the tables, which was very, very, attractive

"My story?"

He nodded and took a sip of his beer. "Ya, you know, your story. Who are you and what you do"

I smiled "well, you already know who I am. I'm Castiel"

"Ya but who is Castiel?" Dean replied with a grin.

I liked his intrest in me so I decided to go along with it. "I don't know, I guess im a quiet guy, and I don't usually attend parties or any social events really. I have a little apartment, it's small and quiet, but it's mine." I paused, not really knowing what to say about myself. "To answer your other question, I dont do anything currently. I was working full time but I quit my job so I could attend college"

"So you go to college?"

"Well, not yet. Im still waiting to see if I get accepted to any colleges. I thought I had been accepted but there was a mix up when they typed the letter. So basically I quit my job and packed my apartment up for nothing"