._.__.~Dean's POV~.__._.

Back in high school, junior year, there was this girl I had a crush on in government class. She had long, dark hair and the bluest eyes. We sat next to each other, and I honestly couldn't keep my eyes off of her. Maybe that's why I was this close to flunking that class.

One day, around the end of the year, I decided to ask her out. I just figured, what the hell. After this year, I may never see her again. You never know what classes you'll be put in, or she might end up moving, anything could happen. So I decided to go for it.

Class started, and I looked over at her and said, "Hey, Angela." Giving a flirty smile.

She smiled back. "Hey, Dean." I loved the sound of her voice. I bet she was a great singer.

"Well, I was wondering if... you wanted to get coffee sometime?"

She blushed slightly, clearly knowing that I meant as a date. "Oh... um, sure. How's Friday? After school?"

My smile grew, glad to hear her say yes. "Friday's perfect."

Friday rolled around, and I couldn't wait. Although, when I got to government class, Angela wasn't there. Maybe that should've raised a few flags, but I didn't think much of it. I was too lovestruck to know better. I eagerly awaited 3:20 to get here, as I sat in my last class of the day. It was the last day of school, and I finally got a date with Angela, things were shaping up to be a great day.

Finally, just when I thought 3:19 would last forever, the bell rang. I was the first one out the door. I couldn't wait to meet up with her. We were meeting at 5:00, so I had plenty of time, but I was too excited to delay.

I got home and quickly started getting ready. I tried many shirts, many jeans; my floor was covered in my entire wardrobe by the time I finished. My brother, Sam, helped me out a bit.

I tried on what must've been my hundredth outfit, and looked to Sam. "How do I look?"

Sam grinned as he sat on my bed. "Like a lovesick idiot."

I scoffed and looked back in the mirror at my blue plain button up shirt and blue jeans. "I dunno. Is it too much blue? I just thought... y'know, her eyes are blue, it's almost like we're matching."

I heard Sam gag from behind me. "Oh, give me a break! You've never been this sappy before, dude!"

"Well I can't help it. I love this girl, Sammy."

"Wouldn't bring that up. Women don't typically swoon at that on a first date."

"Trust me, I won't pull a Ted Mosby. Seriously though, am I good?" I looked back at him.

"You're golden. Can I go now? I have very important procrastinating scheduled for the next few weeks."

I rolled my eyes and grinned. "Yeah, yeah, dismissed."

He quickly left, and I looked back in the mirror. Was I really in love with her? It felt like love. But what does love feel like? I wasn't even sure. But if this is what love feels like, then I love it.

I got to the coffee shop at around 4:55, so Angela should be here any minute now. I was really jittery and nervous, although I told myself everything would be fine. Everything raced through my brain at once. What would we talk about? What all do we have in common? Maybe I should've brought something. A rose? No, too cliché. Some type of jewelry? No, it's a bit soon for that. A card? No, too Valentine's-y. Also kind of cheap. God, being in love is hard work.

I waited there for a while, wondering what was holding her up. It had been nearly fifteen minutes and she wasn't here yet. Maybe it was just traffic. Yeah. Traffic.

Once my watch said 5:30, I knew she stood me up. I just couldn't believe it. Of course, she wasn't at school today.

I went home in such a funk. This absolutely blows. How could she do that to me? She's such a nice girl, surely she had a good reason. What if something happened? Something serious? What if she got in an accident on her way to the coffee shop for our date? What if I got her seriously injured? Then again, I've always had an overactive imagination.

I trudged into the house, Sam greeting me from the living room playing some Xbox game. "Hey. You're home early."

"She never showed." I replied.

Sam paused his game and looked up at me. "What? You're kidding?"

"I wouldn't kid about this, Sam." I walked to my room, Sam following.

"Did something happen? Did she call? What happened?"

I sighed at my brother's nosiness. "She didn't call, 'cause I don't have her number. I'm such an idiot." I groaned as I flopped onto the bed.

"Hey man, if anyone's an idiot here, it's her. I mean, the way you were getting ready? Trying so hard? That shows commitment and dedication. Two great qualities to look for in anyone. So... she doesn't know what she's missing."

I grinned at that. Sam always found a way to make me smile. "Whatever, Sammy. Thanks."

And I never saw her again, not as Angela, that is.

Around five years later, I went to Starbucks for an iced coffee. Apparently there was a new employee, and I could have sworn I'd seen him before.

I got to the counter and saw the bluest of eyes. "Hi, I'd like an iced coffee-" I stopped short, recognizing him from somewhere. I just couldn't put my finger on it. "Uh, sorry, you just look familiar. Have we met?"

He blushed slightly, breaking eye contact with me. "Um, sorry, I don't think so. So you said you wanted an iced coffee?"

I wasn't sure I bought it, no matter what he said. I knew those eyes from somewhere. "Yeah. Iced coffee. Are you sure we've never met? 'Cause I swear you look exactly like someone I knew, I just can't quite put my finger on it." The blue eyes, the dark hair. It was ringing all sorts of bells. I looked at his name tag; Castiel. The name wasn't too familiar. Except I remembered hearing or reading something that said there was an angel named Castiel. And something about this just reminded me of Angela.

Angela, with the dark hair and blue eyes. Now Castiel, named after an angel. Angel, Angela. Castiel. No... unless....

"Angela?" I murmured. He blushed furiously, and I knew. Angela was a man now?

"Please, don't-" He looked around cautiously. "Don't call me that," He whispered. "My name is Castiel, it has been for a couple years now. Like the angel."

"Yeah, yeah, clever. Angel, Angela, hardy-har. So you're... you're transgender?" I whispered.

"Yeah. Please don't tell anyone about 'Angela', okay? If someone around here found out, I would absolutely die."

I nodded. "Alright, your secret's safe with me. But, can you tell me something?"

He seemed confused. "Sure."

I paused for a moment, feeling kind of stupid for bringing this up now. "Whatever happened to our date? At the coffee shop?"

He quickly realized what I meant and sighed. "Oh. You remember that, huh?"

"Hell yeah, I do. You broke my heart, that's not something one easily forgets."

He seemed to feel bad, and I felt bad for making him feel bad. I never did stop loving him--or her, at the time. "I'm almost on break. We can talk then."

I nodded. "Okay. In the meantime, I was just ordering an iced coffee."

"Yeah, right, sure. So, what's the name for the cup?" He grinned.

I grinned back. "That's not funny."

"Then why are you smiling?" He chuckled.

I returned the laugh. "Shut up and get me my coffee."

"Coming right up."

I waited for my coffee until my name was called, and when I went up to the counter, Castiel whispered, "I'm on break now. Let's talk."

We sat at a window seat, and he explained everything that happened in junior year. "The day before our date, my father got arrested. My mom, my brothers, and I moved, even though I didn't want to. Our mom thought it was for the best. New start, clean slate, stuff like that. We moved to Atlanta, Georgia. Nice little place. Hated it at first, obviously. But it grew on me. Now, keep in mind I've always felt like... my body wasn't my own. Like I didn't belong in that skin. So... I met a trans girl. Raphael, or 'Raven'. She told me about how she... figured herself out. Realized she wasn't what her chromosomes said. And... I thought about it... and I realized that... maybe my chromosomes were lying, too." He started to tear up, clearly getting emotional. This was obviously a difficult subject to talk about.

I instinctively took his hand. "Hey, it's okay. I'm not gonna say that I understand what you're going through, 'cause I don't, but I am here for you."

He just stared at my hand as it held his. "I wish I could've gone on that date with you. I'd love to see what Dean Winchester is like when he's trying to impress a girl." He chuckled softly.

I grinned. "Wanna see me try to impress a guy?" I murmured softly. "'Cause I'm very sure I'll be really bad at that." I laughed.

"What? You'd be willing to go out with me even when I'm a... a trans?"

"Well... yeah." I shrugged slightly.

"You were, like, the straightest guy in school."

"Hey, times have changed, and so have I. Well, I'm not saying I've come out of the closet or anything, but I am willing to give us a chance. Now I have the chance to fall in love with you all over again." I smiled.

He blushed gently. "You were in love with me?"

"I know, a bit soon for our acquaintanceship, but... you were a nice girl. And I'm sure you're one hell of a guy."

He smiled widely. "So... wanna go out for coffee sometime?"

I smiled back at him. "I can't tell you how much I would love that."

(A/N: I felt like this was important to write. I know, I know, it's not the sequel. But it's still important. Because, follow up thingy;

I'm transgender.

Actually, I'm not sure if I'm trans or gender queer, but either way I'm not cis female. So yeah this was definitely an important thing to write. I'm so very un-cis.

And if you got a notification earlier saying that I updated, I apologize. I accidentally hit the publish button instead of the save button. Haha oops 😋

But, seriously though, I need help with the transgender thing. I have no idea anymore guys, first I'm gay, then I'm ace, now I'm trans, like what's next, demi? I mean... it would be nice to have an emotional bond- OHMIGOD WHY BRAIN

Oh yeah, guys I'm ace. Not sure if I mentioned it.

The pic featured above is a neat little thing I came up with to spread LGBTQ+ pride through emojis. All the colors of the LGBTQ+. CAN YOU PAINT WITH ALL THE COLORS OF THE QUEER- now is NOT the time, Pocahontas.

Ok so other than that, HAPPY GOBBLE DAY! 🦃❤️🍴 I hope you ate well, hope you're staying healthy, and may we all make it out of our turkey comas alive 😋

Also HAVE YOU SEEN THE NEW EMOJIS 🙂🙃🦁🦄🦄🦄🦄🦄❣❣🤓🤗🕹🤘🏻🖖🏻✍🏻🕶🤑🤑🤑🤔🙄🤐😍😍😍😍😍😍(I know heart eyes isn't new but that's my emotions to the new ones 😍)

Ok I think that's about it for now. Read long and publish! 🖖🏻

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