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