You were the average human. You lived a normal life, but you had a dream and were going to follow it. You wanted to be an exceptional writer, you decided to take a year to explore America to get some inspiration for your book.
At the time of this story, you were in the state of Virginia relaxing on the beach, thinking about the endless possibilities your book could take on. You had decided in your mind that it should have something to do with angels when someone tapped you from your thoughts.
You looked up to see a tall man with black hair and blue eyes. Despite the hot weather in the area, he was wearing a tan trench coat with a man's white dress shirt, black dress pants, and black dress shoes.
He rubbed the back of his neck,"I appear to be lost, but I was wondering if you could help me."
After a while of talking and setting him on the right path you helped him get to his destination.
Just as you were about to leave, he asked,"Would you like to go on a date with me?" Under his breath he then muttered," It's called a date, right? I wish Dean was here to help me out. I wish he'd be my 'wingman' or whatever you call it."
"Sure I'd love to go out with you and all, but I don't know your name or number, so how would I find you?" You ask.
"My name is Castiel, and I will find you when the time comes," his cheeks had taken on the same complexion as a cherry.
He then left, and you went to your hotel.
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Two days later, you awoke in your howl bed, feeling watched. You looked to your left and saw him. Castiel.
"W-what are you doing here?" You nearly screamed. You were so surprised that he was here. How did he even get in? You thought.
Almost reading your thoughts he said," The time for the date has come. I guess I should probably tell you what you don't know."
You shot him a questioning look.
"I'm an angel of the lord and my friend Dean noticed that I thought you were incredibly beautiful and wanted me to talk to you. He told me most of what to say to you-"
You looked so confused and weirded out that he found his voice again, having much resemblance with a tomato.
"It's okay. He wanted me to tell you eventually... I love you, (Y/N)."
"Did he tell you to say that too?" You questioned.
"No," he sat down on the bed and hugged you. "I came up with it and I meant it."
You kissed his cheek," So what exactly are we doing on this date?"