Author's Note #1:

Hi guys! I have a lot of free time on my hands so I will probably be cranking out stories like crazy before school starts back up again next month. This is a story that has been on my mind since I started writing YaMaOS and I'm so glad to be able to finally write it! :'D Oh and I named this after another Yellowcard song lol I can't help it! They're my favorite band and the song fits this fic very well :) There are a few things y'all will need to keep in mind as you read this. If anything else comes to mind, I will post it with subsequent chapters.

1. Regular print will be "real life" occurrences that happen to Castiel.

2. Anything in italics will be excerpts from the story Cas is writing.

3. Anything in bold italics will be the thoughts of the characters in the story. If a word or phrase is bold but not italicized then there is an emphasis on it.

Chapter 1: Of Cars and Men

Castiel was a man of practicality despite his rather large success as an author. He lives in a modest apartment, owns the things he needs and lives alone. His mornings start very late; a freedom which his job has gifted him and one in which he indulges quite frequently. After eating a simple breakfast, which turns out to be more of an early lunch, he makes his way to his bathroom to take a hot shower so as to relax himself into his day. When he finally makes his way out, a good half hour later, he saunters into his bedroom to put on a minimal amount of clothes, usually stopping at underwear, and he drags his feet to his computer. There, he proceeds to open his email and scrolls through the ones that he deems important, such as the ones from his editor where she is screaming at him to get his ass started on the manuscript he needs to submit in a month. He sighs and begrudgingly opens up a new document and proceeds to contemplate what it is he even wanted to write about. When he can't come up with something right away, he opens up a browser and searches random topics that come to mind and he is suddenly hit with the urge to write a racy novel rather than the one he had promised to turn in; zombies were never his thing anyway.

His epiphany has his mind reeling with the possibilities and immediately begins to type away.

Dean Winchester. A man known to his friends and family to be the utmost loyal person they know. To others, he is merely a pretty face that they all wanted a piece of; to which he rarely ever refused. To say that he is attractive would be an understatement; he is the embodiment of attraction. He is of tall build, tan skin, freckled face slightly bowlegged, short, dirty blond hair, long lashes to rival those of women, and full lips that do nothing but tease. But the physical feature that stood out the most about him were his jade colored eyes that had flecks of gold scattered throughout. Those eyes would betray their wearer by allowing the very emotions he tried to hide to seep through no matter what he said to the contrary. Those are the eyes everyone fell in love with.

Castiel stops writing for a moment as he pictures this being in his mind. He doesn't know why every detail about this character is coming so easily to him; it's almost second nature it seems. Both the physical and personality traits are just there in his mind and he's got to get the most he can out of this out-of-nowhere writer's itch he's experiencing. His editor is going be both pissed and thrilled if he could just get this thing written in time for the dead line.

He grew up in a nice house with his little brother, Sam, and his parents John and Mary, in the very small town of Lawrence, Kansas. He is a man of 29, carving his way through life as a mechanic and he especially loves being able to restore classic cars to their prior glory when he gets the chance. He runs his own garage with the help of his dad's best friend, Bobby, who has been both a blessing and a curse. The grumpy old redneck is drunk half the time but he knows what he's doing so Dean puts up with him anyway.

Dean is just now ending his day at the garage and is packing to leave when he hears a car pull in at the last second.

"Fuck, here I thought I was gonna get to leave a little early," Dean whispers to himself as he grabs an oily rag by the open garage door. He makes his way to the driver's side of the car just as the person inside of the vehicle is making his way out and Dean pauses for a moment to stare at the man in front of him. The man is a few inches shorter than himself, pale skin, scruff, and head full of messy hair. When their eyes meet, Dean's breath is taken away; those are the bluest eyes he has ever come across. Boy, would I like to come across that. Literally. Dean thinks to himself with an inward smile as he steps up to the man and holds out his hand for a shake. "Hello there, I'm Dean and I'll be takin' care of you this afternoon. How can I help you, Mister-" said Dean leaving the last part of his sentence hanging so that the man in front of him could tell him his name.

"Novak. Castiel Novak," said the blue eyed man after a moment's hesitation. Someone shoot me, that voice of his is too sexy to be real right nowthinks Dean to himself as he is lost in thought once again.

Castiel stops typing to take a moment to think to himself as well. What is he even doing writing himself into the story? That's a level of doucheyness he's never contended with before. Why now? Well, not that it matters really. He has a pen name that he writes under (Misha Collins) so it's not as if anyone would recognize he's done it anyway. He focuses back onto the task at hand.

"Alright, Cas-"

"Cas?" asked Castiel with a tilt to his head and his eyes squinted in confusion. Oh no, that's way too adorable. Why does he exist?

"Y-yeah. Is that cool? Castiel is too much of a mouthful," Dean scrambled to say.

"It is acceptable. I have never had someone call me that is all," he answered.

"Oh ok...Well, anyway, Cas, what seems to be the problem here?" Dean asks as he motions towards the car.

"I am not sure, actually. I am not particularly well versed in the language of vehicles," replied Castiel.

"Alrighty, well, let's have a look then, shall we?" says Dean as he pops the hood on the car. A newer model by the looks of it. "How long have you had this car?"

"Approximately 2 years," came the simple answer.

"How many miles you got on it?"

"I honestly don't know...maybe seven thousand? That is a very poor excuse for a guess, I'm afraid."

"That's alright, I can check when I turn it on. Ok...now, when was the last time you changed the oil?" asks Dean as he straightens from being bent over the car.

"Never...this is the first time I've brought it into a shop," answers Castiel a little bashfully.

"Well, there in lies the problem, Cas. You gotta get your oil changed, we probably need to tune it up, should probably check your brakes, too..." Dean trailed off at the end as he ran off a check list in his mind.

"I really must apologize. Like I said, I am lost when it comes to cars. How long will it take you to do all of the aforementioned things?"

"Honestly, it's gonna take a while, dude. Couple of hours at least. You got somewhere you need to be?"

"N-no. I just saw that you are supposed to be closed in 30 minutes and I didn't want to keep you for that long after your shift."

"Well that's nice of you, Cas, but it's fine. I'm the boss so you don't have to worry about a thing...except your bill," he chuckled. "Speaking of the bill, this could get a little pricey...you could do a payment plan or I could foot half the bill..." says Dean nervously. He's not sure why he offered to do that but...the guy looks a little lost. He has a soft spot for helpless looking people.

"Oh. Money is of no object, Dean. You needn't worry. Although, now I am feeling guilty about keeping you here over-time, can I do something for you as recompense?" asks Castiel curiously. He really does feel bad that he is ruining whatever evening plans Dean may have had before he came in.

"...You could take me to dinner," answers Dean before he could stop himself. He's way too fucking cute and I'm a total goner. I hope he doesn't think I'm a creep.

The man before him mulls the question over in his mind before answering, "Fair enough," with a very sweet smile.

Castiel is feeling very excited as he rereads over what he has written so far. He contemplates writing some more but he thinks he has written enough for the day. He has found that writing too far ahead can be detrimental to the overall progress and decides to leave it be for now. He saves the document on his desktop for the time being and sets about doing chores around his apartment while his mind continues working on his story.

Author's Note #2:

Alright guys, we're off to a good start, right? Let me know what ya think! :)