it’s a little rough but it’s also the most i’ve written in like a week, so i’m not really complaining at all. to my best friend, imnotleavinherewithoutyou, just because i can.
He knows what Dean looks like. Bright green eyes, full lips, high cheek bones, and freckles all over. The only way his eyes would actually focus was if he was wearing his glasses and only five inches away from whatever he was trying to see clearly, but it worked nonetheless. Castiel knows what Dean looks like.
Before that, what he knew most about Dean was kindness and his protective streak. Technically the seniors at their school were adults, but they didn’t often act like it.
Someone pushed him down, another two people laughed, and someone yelled, “watch where you’re going! Are you fucking blind?”
He replied, “yes, actually, I am.”
They still laughed.