Thursday Afternoons (Destiel)

Every single Thursday afternoon, during his shift at the library, Dean Winchester finds himself fascinated by the boy in the trench coat with the charcoal hair and the love of Stephen King. He imagines conversations with this boy in his head, but this time, the conversations are real. But will Castiel still be able to help the librarian when times get tough?

I haven't read this through, so it'll probably have loads of typos. I wrote the majority of this story at 4am on a variety of nights, so please excuse it, especially the last past. I will probably rewrite half of it. And I also have no idea where I am going with this story. It could be fluff, it could be hella sad. Heck, there could even be some smut. YOLO (yes, I did that ironically). I will post a warning when writing anything that could trigger something, if something includes a lot of blood or gore, or if it had mature content. Thanks for reading!!!1!!!!11