She is beautiful, but she never stood a chance for how breathtaking her son is.
A story of longing and friendship.
โItโs beautiful, yes, and deadly. The artist is definitely making a statement,โ hums Castiel, turning the warm metal over in his hands.
โMy son, Dean, made that. And thatโs just him tinkering and fooling around,โ Mary says excitedly, โHeโs here. I just want you to talk to him about taking some classes at KU? If thatโs alright.โ
โOf course, heโs your oldest?โ
โYes, heโs showing his girlfriend one of his creations,โ Mary states, waving him through a door into the garage. Mary introduces him to Cassie and her son Dean.
Deanโฆ Dean is breathtaking. Castiel thought Mary was beautiful, but she never stood a chance against her son. Golden Adonis. Sandy blonde hair, verdant eyes, irresistible lips, and a strong jaw. His loveliness increases before Castielโs eyes. He watches transfixed as a blush colors the freckled cheeks and the tips of Deanโs ears.
โCastiel is an art professor at KU. He liked your necklace, Dean,โ Mary says hesitantly trying to break the weighty silence, โIโm going to finish getting dinner ready. While you're showing Cassie your work, can Castiel look too?โ
Groaning, embarrassment tinging his cheeks, Dean agrees. Castiel is silent, his hands itching to touch Dean. He knows itโs inappropriate, but the artist in him is screaming at the presence of something so beautiful. Castiel wants to run his thumb across the cupidโs bow of Deanโs lip. In his delirium, Castiel can almost sense the phantom feeling of the tips of his fingers caressing the boyโs jaw line. Instead, he picks up one of Deanโs creations forgotten amongst scraps on his work bench.
Weighty in his palm, the hammered copper ring is gorgeous in its simplicity.
