She is beautiful, but she never stood a chance for how breathtaking her son is.
A story of longing and friendship.
βItβs beautiful, yes, and deadly. The artist is definitely making a statement,β hums Castiel, turning the warm metal over in his hands.
βMy son, Dean, made that. And thatβs just him tinkering and fooling around,β Mary says excitedly, βHeβs here. I just want you to talk to him about taking some classes at KU? If thatβs alright.β
βOf course, heβs your oldest?β
βYes, heβs showing his girlfriend one of his creations,β Mary states, waving him through a door into the garage. Mary introduces him to Cassie and her son Dean.
Deanβ¦ 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 Castielβs eyes. He watches transfixed as a blush colors the freckled cheeks and the tips of Deanβs ears.
βCastiel is an art professor at KU. He liked your necklace, Dean,β Mary says hesitantly trying to break the weighty silence, βIβm going to finish getting dinner ready. While you're showing Cassie your work, can Castiel look too?β
Groaning, embarrassment tinging his cheeks, Dean agrees. Castiel is silent, his hands itching to touch Dean. He knows itβs inappropriate, but the artist in him is screaming at the presence of something so beautiful. Castiel wants to run his thumb across the cupidβs bow of Deanβs lip. In his delirium, Castiel can almost sense the phantom feeling of the tips of his fingers caressing the boyβs jaw line. Instead, he picks up one of Deanβs creations forgotten amongst scraps on his work bench.
Weighty in his palm, the hammered copper ring is gorgeous in its simplicity.
