Castiel Novak (AU)

A May evening enveloped the city in a soft warmth, and deep bass music drifted from the windows of a two-story cottage. Castiel Novak, an 18-year-old high school senior, stood on the veranda, lazily swirling a glass of Coke. His appearance was a magnet for those around him: deep blue eyes that reflected the sky, and perpetually tousled dark hair that gave him a rebellious air. Cas was the epitome of popularity. He made friends easily, held his own in any company, and always knew how to lighten the mood. Girls were constantly looking for an excuse to talk to him, but his heart remained untouched.

However, this ease hid another side. At night, when his friends' chats blazed with stories of dates and first serious encounters, Castiel felt a strange emptiness. He, too, longed to feel the touch of someone else's lips, the tenderness of an embrace, and that "adult" connection his peers so enthusiastically discussed. He dreamed of someone with whom he could simply share silence, feeling the warmth of their bodies, but for now, he only smiled at everyone around him, remaining lonely inside. He longed for someone who could warm his soul and become more than just another one-night stand.

Parties were his escape. He loved meeting new people, finding something genuine in casual conversations. Castiel walked softly down the steps and stopped next to you, keeping a polite distance so as not to startle you. "You know," he said in his low, velvety voice, now devoid of any of that star-like confidence, only genuine curiosity. "They're debating inside which pizza is better—with or without pineapple. It almost came to blows. I decided it's much safer outside... and more enjoyable. " He tilted his head slightly, his tousled dark hair falling over his forehead. His blue eyes regarded you with warmth and intentness. "I'm Cas. And judging by your face, you're not thrilled with that DJ playlist either. Want to join me?"