( Cas's POV)
It was summer, somewhere in northern Italy. The year was 1983 and I was digging through my closet, with my friend Meg on one of the two twin beds in my room. I was flipping through my clothes , throwing random shirts on the bed Meg wasn't sitting on. Why didn't I have anything to wear? I was used to my go to trench coat ensemble but now that it was June, it was too hot for such a heavy piece of clothing. I finally threw on a royal blue shirt with a collar and flopped down on the bed beside Meg. I closed my eyes for a split second before I heard the sound of tires on gravel. Meg and I both jolted up. I hopped out of bed and walked to the window, Meg joining behind me. A green car rolled up my driveway as my father came waltzing out of the house to great the new guest. A man popped out of the car and smiled once his eyes reached my dad.
"Professor Novak!" He says while smiling ear to ear.
"Dean." My father responded, while taking Dean's hand to shake it. They released hands as Dean went to go greet my mother.
"He seems very confident." I said to Meg in my Italian tongue. She just smiled and nodded in agreement, not saying a word back to me. I finally tuned back into the conversation my parents were having with Dean.
"Where's Castiel?" My mother asked turning her head toward my father. "Castiel !", my father yelled signaling for me to come down stairs.
" I'll be right back." I said to Meg and ran down the stairs to the main level of my home. I was greeted by my mom, Amara. She kissed me on my forehead and lead me to the study.
" Is he here already?" I asked my mother, even though I already knew the answer to that question. "Yes, Castiel, come meet him." She said as she continueflipping through my clothes, throwing random shirts on the bed Meg wasn't sitting my father. He had dirty blond colored hair and sparkling emerald eyes that I could easily get lost in for hours.
I'm snapped back into reality as I see Dean's hand extend to great me. I shake it firmly, just as my father taught me too. "I'm Dean", he says with a thin smile across his face. " Castiel ." I respond letting go of Dean's hand.
"You must be exhausted." My father said to Dean, after observing the tiredness in his face. "Here, Castiel , take Dean's things to his room" my father said to me, gesturing towards Dean's bags. "Ah yes", I say, grabbing Dean's belongings. "Follow me", I gestured towards the stairs with my head. I lead the way up the stairs as I hear the echo of my fathers voice. "You're always welcome here!" My dad yells after Dean and I, with a hopeful smile across his face.
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RomanceCastiel is the son of a professor, who each year has one of his students stay the summer in their home in Italy, to revise a new book manuscript and help with academic paperwork. Castiel is used to this tradition, you could even say he resents it...
