The Footman

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Dean walked up the carpeted stairs to the second floor. His footsteps were silent and he was grateful for it. His hand slid up the smooth wooden railing and he remembered how many time he rose up these steps and held upon the rail. Once he stood at the top of the staircase, Dean looked down sadly and remembered the good old days always by his father's side. Guilt rolled over him as he thought about how he he left his father for University, and then the military. He cursed himself, already iterated by everything he stood for.

Dean thought himself ugly and a bastard. He knew he was handsome on the outside with a solid figure, a smooth dappled complexion and red lips. Girls swooned over his dark blond wave of hair and his supermodel smile. But he didn't fit in to that persona when he was alone. Dean wore glasses to read. He preferred sitting in a garden and reading about daffodils than smirking at a betty in a bar. He'd rather by walking along in the forest and holding someone's hand then in their pants. But thinking like that always brought up thoughts Dean wished not to think about. Not about skin to skin, a masculine jaw, a male silhouette-

Dean walked down the hall to the room he had lived in for many summers. He stood just outside the door, his forehead brushing it. He wrapped his hand around the knob and as he stood out the way and pulled it opened, a man fell on top of Dean. The man must've been about to come out the other side as Dean came in. And because of this, the man fell on top of Dean. The thick railing behind Dean caught his fall and the man's, making the man lean up against the Winchester who leant upon the rail.

The man was startled and clearly frightened by the sudden event. His eyes were wide and piercing ocean blue that washed over Dean and all his senses. His lips were pink, pale and plump. He had high cheek bones and smooth wide cheeks, smile creases in the corner of his eyes. His breath flowed from his lips quickly, but it soon slowed. Dean glanced at his five o'clock shadow and back to his gorgeous face and smiled.

Please let him not be the footman.

"Are you the Footman? Castiel?" Dean had his hands gripping the man's muscular shoulders, holding him from falling. He was about Dean's height, not taller. His body was pressed up against Dean's and the Winchester could not hold back his blush.

The man nodded solemnly and closed his mouth to swallow. "Are you Dean, Dean Winchester?" Castiel's voice was deep and incredibly sexy. His hair was dark and curled, his cheeks peppered with 5 o'clock shadow. He was was utterly beautiful.

"Y-yes, I'm Dean, uh Dean Winchester." Dean barely breathed. His eyes searching Castiel's chisled face.

"Oh! Mr. Winchester! I am so sorry, I truly am, sir." Castiel pushed himself off the freckled man and helped him stand. Castiel was a inch or two shorter than Dean, but he himself did not care.

"I am so sorry, sir, I didn't know it was you-" Dean put up his hand to silence the babblying man.

"Will you please stop apologising, Castiel. There is nothing to feel ashamed of. It was not my fault. Nor yours." Dean cleared his throat and lowered his voice.

Castiel nodded, "Thank you, sir."

Dean chewed his bottom lip. He hated when people called him "sir." He himself once called many men by that name, when he and his family was poor. After Dean's mother died in a tragic fire, the family was sent to poverty. But once John started up his hunting business again, he regained his status again. The hunting business thrived and soon WInchester Hunting became a household name and John bought stocks and oil fields.

"Stop calling me 'sir', 'Kay?" Dean sighed and wet his lips.

Castiel tilted his head to the side with flush lips, "Then what am I to call you?"

Dean scratched his chin, "Uhm, how about Dean?"

"That's too informal. How about Mr. Winchester?" Castiel's eyes lightened slightly.

The Winchester still felt uncomfortable about the title. "Okay, you can call me that. But when it's just the two of us, call me Dean. So I don't feel so weird."

"Okay, that seems acceptable," Castiel paused and tugged at his bottom lip catching Dean's attention, "Dean."

Dean nodded and smiled which gained a warm smile from the Footman.