It was another normal day for castiel, spending every hour of the day watching over the young 18 year old dean winchester. Castiel, or cas as his friends called him, is an Angel of the lord. Cas had become attached to the young man, dean, the first time he saw him, he had never felt this way about a mortal before, and didn't quite know what to think of it. He did know that dean could never realy know him because dean is a hunter of supernatural creatures, and if cas told dean that he is an angel of the lord it would surely end with his head on a stick. Cas had been watching Dean for about a year now and had learned so much about him, how proud he is of his beautiful black 1967 Chevy impala. How he always keeps one eye on his little brother Sammy, making sure he stays out of trouble. Cas quickly learned that Dean loves Sammy more than anything, and would do whatever it takes to keep him safe. Dean's love for his brother was one of the many things that caught cas' attention and drew him to love dean. Though cas knew so much about dean, dean had no idea cas even existed. Cas always made sure to stay out of sight, to watch dean from a distance, most of the time cas watched from heaven, but sometimes he would posses the body of jimmy Novak, a religious 20 year old salesman who had welcomed the angel to his body with open arms.
Dean was walking down to the library to meet up with his brother and do some research for a hunting job their father, John Winchester, had left them with while he was off again, leaving him and his brother in another cheap, run down motel. Dean wasn't sure if his father was on a job, or just at the pub, drowning away the still unbearable pain of losing Sam and Dean's mother, Mary, all those years ago. Dean didn't care though, he promised his father he would keep sammy safe and thats all that mattered to him anymore. It was a rainy day and there was a chill in the air. The leaves on the trees were just beginning to turn bright orange, and red. Dean stared at the ground as he walked, watching his feet splash through the puddles on the sidewalk. The sound of a big log truck driving, faster than it should be, down the street stirred dean from his thoughts and he looked up right as the truck sped past, driving through a puddle and drenching Dean in an icy spray. Dean spun around, dropping his umbrella at the cold shock, cursing at the truck as it sped away.
“ Hey! Watch where you're going, you ass!” dean yelled, he sighed, looking at his soaked clothes. “well, guess theres not much need for this anymore.” he mumbled to himself, bending down to pick up his umbrella. As dean stood up he noticed a man on the other side of the street looking at him, dean froze as their eyes met. he was just shorter than dean, thin, but muscular, his skin was fair and his dark hair was plastered to his face, wet from the rain. He was wearing a black suit and dark blue tie with a white shirt tight against his lean body, wet, and slightly transparent, his long tan trench coat failing to keep the rain off his skin. Then there was his eyes, two sparkling pools of glimmering blue water, framed by his soft face, there was a bit of stubble on his cheeks, and his lips were light pink, and slightly chapped. The world seemed to move in slow motion, those sparkling blue eyes grabbed his gaze and refused to let go. He suddenly felt hot despite the freezing water he was drenched in, the red blush creeping into his cheeks as those eyes kept staring into him, and a small smile crept onto his face.
Dean didn't realize he was standing in the middle of the sidewalk until a young woman running to her car trying to avoid the rain bumped into him. He stumbled breaking his gaze.
“sorry!” she yelled back at him, not stopping in the rain. Any other day Dean would have turned and yelled at her, but he didn't pay much attention to it. He turned back to try and find this beautiful, mysterious man again but he was gone. Dean looked down the street to see where he had gone but he was nowhere to be found, he just vanished into thin air.His heart sank when he couldn't find those blue eyes again.“must have imagined it” he thought to himself, but it seemed so real. slowly Dean turned and started walking toward the library, staring down at his feet splashing against the concrete again. He couldn't get the mans image out of his head. Dean walked slowly thinking about the man, feeling the cold rain run down his face. when he looked into those eyes it was so strange, he felt as if he had known him forever, he looked so familiar. like an old friend, but dean had never seen this man before.
