Not my first fanfic, but this is a new account that I decided to create. I got this idea from a Destiel group I'm a part of on the FB, so if you want a link for them, PM me and I'll link you. I don't know where I'll be going with this story, so don't expect much, but I like it so far, so RxR!

*Heads up, this is MxM, so don't like, don't read!

I hope you enjoy this story as much as I've enjoyed writing it! uwu

Chapter 1. My ugly mark

The man was beautiful. Not just beautiful, he was downright gorgeous. Light brown hair, emerald-green eyes, and puckered, plump lips.

Castiel loved autumn. He loved the crisp, cold mornings, the crunchy leaves falling from the sky, and the delicious, hot drinks.

He slipped on his blue cardigan, bending over to put on his shoes. As he lifted his pant leg up, his fingers brushed against the tattoo on his ankle, a tattoo of a hand.

Castiel quickly fixed both his shoes, then grabbed his bag and walked out the front door. As he stepped out into the chilly autumn morning, he wrapped a scarf around himself and began walking down the path to work.

He was a college student of course, but he had to work to pitch in for his rent and tuition. His family was exceptionally good with funds, but he still wanted to care for himself, by himself.

His shoes clacked on the pavement, sometimes crunching the orange-yellow leaves that were scattered across the path. Already people were putting out jack-o-lanterns and Halloween decorations. Another favorite thing about fall that Castiel liked, was that Halloween was drawing nearer. It was possibly Castiel's favorite holiday, and he felt a flicker of excitement run through him at the thought of it.

His mind wandered back to the tattoo on his ankle, and he frowned. The tattoo...the ugly, disgusting tattoo that he just had to be born with. Why in the world would people label it as a tattoo when people were just born with it? If it were up to Castiel, he'd have called it a birthmark.

Everyone was born with their own, unique tattoo, somewhere on their body at birth. When they become older and fall in love, the tattoo appears on the people that fall in love with each other. But Castiel has always hated his. Once, he fell in love (Or at least, he thought he did) with a girl named Meg, as soon as Castiel's ugly tattoo appeared on her skin, she threw a fit. She told Castiel that their being together was a mistake, and that she regretted ever entering a relationship with him. She said that nobody would want such a hideous tattoo on their face, and that he should just keep future feelings for someone to himself.

Meg's tattoo also appeared on his skin. It was a simple one, really. Just a little star that appeared on the back of his neck. But he felt awful with the knowledge that Meg would have to live the rest of her life with Castiel's ugly, red hand tattoo on her stomach. He knew she hated him for that.

Castiel hardly realized he had made it to the college campus. He quickly walked inside, into the main building and made his way to the library. As the glass doors shut behind him and he set his bag down on a nearby chair, a girl made his way over to him.

"Castiel!" She said happily, a bounce in her step. Castiel felt that he needed coffee before engaging in any sort of human interaction, but continued with the conversation nevertheless.

"Um...yes?" He asked in his most polite voice.

The girl leaned over the desk, her shirt was very low, so the action allowed Castiel to see her boobs. A blue, heart was visible on her left breast. He, however, was not interested. The girl was not his type. "I'm looking for this book for my research paper. Think you can help me?" She questioned in a very girly voice, holding up a small piece of paper.

Castiel wanted to frown, but remained professional. He could make a cup of coffee after he gets this girl her book. "Sure. Let me have a look." He murmured, taking the note and looking it over. Yes, he's most definitely seen this here. He handed the paper back to her and began walking toward the shelves of books, reading the signs on each shelf.

Then the girl appeared beside him, smiling. "So Castiel, I don't really see you anywhere on campus. I only ever see you in this library." She points out, as if it wasn't obvious to Castiel.

He stops in front of the bookshelf second to the end, the girl bumping into him. He pulled out the book and handed it to her, smiling. "There you go. Good luck on your research paper." He says, then begins to walk away.

The girl stands there for a moment, not believing that Castiel just dissed her like that. She grits her teeth and catches up with him, feeling a little annoyed. "As I was saying, Castiel. Since I never see you around campus, I was wondering if we could go out to get coffee sometime?" She asked hopefully.

Castiel now frowned, growing rather tired of this girls antics. "Thank you, but no. I'd like to have some coffee right now, so if you don't mind I should get to work." With that, Castiel left the stunned girl and went to the back kitchen, preparing himself his coffee at last.

He couldn't give that girl his ugly tattoo. He'd be such an asshole.

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It was right around noon when Castiel looked at the clock and realized his shift had ended fifteen minutes ago. He quickly packed his things, clocked out, then began his walk home. It was noon, and the sky looked grayer than ever. Castiel cursed at himself for not bringing an umbrella.

Just as he thought that, a drop landed on his nose. In just a couple of seconds, the droplets turned to hail. Castiel was running through the storm, finding shelter under the nearest building. He breathed a sigh of relief, he couldn't afford to catch a cold this time of the month. Mid-terms were next week.

Then he noticed the building that he took shelter under. It was a goddamn tattoo parlor. Shit. Castiel reluctantly opened the front door and walked inside.

Now, even though people are born with tattoos, and can get tattoos to appear on them by just falling in love, there are those few weirdos out there that want to get intricate tattoos. People that want to get a tattoo just for the sake of getting it. Castiel never understood this, and he felt uncomfortable sitting in such a place.

Then a woman appeared from the back room, wiping her hands as she whistled loudly. "Hell of a storm we're getting here." She commented, throwing the rag down on the counter. Then she noticed Castiel, sitting uncomfortably on the furthest chair by the window. "Come in for a tattoo honey?" She asked.

Castiel shook his head, drawing his cardigan closer to his body. "I was caught in the storm- I just ran into the first place I could find, and-" He tried to explain, fumbling over his words.

The lady held her hand up, silencing him. "It's alright. It's understandable, in this weather. I'd be a bitch to kick you out during a storm like this. You're fine where you are. Jo!" The woman called suddenly, making Castiel jump.

A young woman appeared from the back. She had her hair tied into a bun, and was wearing a plaid shirt that was much too big on her. You could barely see the ends of her shorts underneath the shirt.

"Fetch this fella a cup of hot chocolate, will ya?" She told the girl – Jo. "Unless you want some liquor?" She turned to Castiel.

He cleared his throat and shook his head, muttering a "No thank you. Hot chocolate is fine."

With that, Jo turned and disappeared around the corner, then the woman called out after her once more. "Oh, and Jo! Find Dean for me will ya? Maybe he can drive this poor man home after he's had his drink."

Castiel heard an "Okay!" from the back, and sank into the chair, looking out the window to watch the rain and hail. It was even worse, a huge clap of thunder sounded, shaking the entire building and making the lights flicker.

The woman behind the counter murmured under breath "Fuck," then the lights went out completely. She poked her head into the back room. "Sorry Ash. We'll have to finish it when the storm passes." She says, then turns and sits down on the chair beside Castiel.

Feeling awkward, he continued looking out the window. "So, never got your name? My name's Ellen, by the way. Nice to meet you...are you a college student?"

Castiel shifted, finally looking at Ellen in the face. "Um...I'm Castiel. And yes, I just started here in August." Castiel murmured politely, then added, "Nice to meet you too."

Then Jo reappeared, carrying a cup of hot chocolate. Following behind her was a man, not paying any attention to Castiel, he walked to the window and stared outside at the rain.

Jo handed Castiel his cup, and he thanked her softly. She nodded and sat down on the seat across from them.

"Mind greeting our guest and not acting like a douche-nugget?" Ellen said, addressing the man at the window.

Castiel almost let the cup slip out of his fingers. The man was beautiful. Not just beautiful, he was downright gorgeous. Light brown hair, emerald-green eyes, and puckered, plump lips. His nose and cheeks had freckles scattered across them, and he was wearing a black tee with a jacket tied around his waist. Castiel took note of his ripped denim jeans and brown boots.

"I'm Dean Winchester. Nice to meet you stranger." Dean said easily, holding out his hand.

Castiel hesitated, before taking the mans hand, shaking it politely. "I'm Castiel – just Castiel, please. And nice to meet you as well.

Dean's eyebrows lifted slightly. "Well, Just Castiel, I have a car out back if you want a lift back to your place?" He asked kindly.

Castiel nodded, and took a sip of his hot chocolate. Everyone here is so nice.

"Castiel tells me that he goes to the same university as Sam, just down the road." Ellen speaks up, looking at Dean.

Dean's eyes widen and he smiles at Castiel, making his heart thump in his chest. "A college student? You and Sammy should be introduced to one another, I think you'll make great friends." Dean says casually.

Castiel still isn't sure who these people are, but they're talking to him like they've known him for ages. He drinks more of the hot chocolate, glancing out the window again.

Then Dean plops down on the seat next to Jo, just across Castiel. "So, Castiel...you don't mind if I just call you Cas, right?" He asks, already looking so comfortable around Castiel.

Castiel nods, lowering the cup down to his lap. Dean grins and continues. "So, Cas... What's your major?" Dean asks.

Castiel bites the inside of his lip. Dean was staring at him, expecting him to answer. "I...I'm thinking of becoming a doctor." Castiel murmurs.

Dean nods. "That's a good career. Should earn ya a ton of cash." He says, stretching himself out a bit.

Castiel looks away, quickly finishing the rest of his hot chocolate. "Thank you very much for your hospitality. I'm sorry if for intruding." Castiel muttered politely, placing the plastic cup in the trash.

"It's no problem sugar, drop in whenever you feel like it." Ellen waved him off, a smile brightening her face.

Then Dean stood up, walking to the desk and opening a drawer to retrieve car keys. He motioned for Castiel to follow him. "Well, I think I'll take Cas home, dude seems tired. I'll be right back Ellen." Dean says, turning and disappearing around the corner.

Castiel grabs his things and hurries after him, bidding Ellen and Jo a goodbye, then catches up with Dean. They walk past the entryway, into a darker room where a man sits, looking at his side in the mirror.

"What tattoo is it gonna be this time? A disney princess?" Dean teases, opening the back door, where the loud sound of rain and thunder could be heard.

The man flips him the bird without turning away from the mirror. "Shut up Dean. You're just jealous because you don't own any cooler ones."

Dean turns to Castiel, a big grin on his face. "Ash is really fun to tease. When you come back next time, ask him about jiggly puff."

Castiel doesn't even have time to question Dean, when they step outside and are immediately bombarded with rain and hail. Castiel runs right behind Dean and notices how old most of these cars are. Dean is a mechanic.

"My baby is right over there." Dean calls out, his voice nearly drained out by the rain and thunder. Castiel looks ahead and sees Dean's car. He doesn't know much about cars, so he doesn't know the type. He's just glad that he had a ride home.

When they make it to the car, Dean quickly unlocks it and climbs in, unlocking the door for Castiel as well. Castiel climbs in and closes the door quickly, shivering when he realizes he's soaking wet.

Dean turns the car on and it purrs, he rubs the dashboard with a grin on his face. To Castiel's dismay, he actually speaks to the car. "Shhh, that's it baby. Let daddy warm you up." He coos softly.

Castiel sniffs, getting Dean's attention. He puts the car in drive and pulls out of the parking lot behind the building. "1967, black, Chevy Impala. She's a beauty, I tell ya." Dean says proudly, patting the steering wheel.

Castiel huffs, sliding down further in his seat and looks out the window.

"You're not one for talking, are you?" Dean asks as he blasts the heater. "That's okay, lucky for you I'm a blabber-mouth. Can't keep my mouth shut for a minute." Castiel wraps his arms closer around his body.

"Sammy says it's annoying, but I don't think so. Not when it really counts." Dean continues. "So, how far do you live?" He questions, turning to Castiel.

Castiel glances at Dean, before looking ahead. God, he's so beautiful... "It's two more blocks ahead, on the left, and six buildings down." Castiel murmurs.

Dean nods and reaches for the radio. Instead, however, he pushes in a tape and classic rock begins blaring out of the speakers. Castiel is none too surprised at Dean's music taste, it's what he does next that really throws Castiel off.

Dean starts singing.

Hands drumming the wheel, leg tapping and singing passionately to CCR. Castiel feels a smile tug at the corner of his lips as Dean continues until they reach his apartment. It's only as Dean pulls the car to a stop that he turns the music down and looks at Castiel.

"Drop by the shop sometime. I'd like to see you more. Maybe next time I'll introduce you to Sammy." Dean says, grinning wildly.

Castiel nods, feeling a blush heat his cheeks. He looks down at his lap, wondering if it will be him to say goodbye.

Dean continues talking, however. "Hey...Cas? Why don't I get your number?" At that, Castiel looks up, surprised. "Don't give me that deer-caught-in-a-headlight look. I just want to exchange numbers in case you need a ride next time...or anything really." Dean says softly, taking out a piece of paper and scribbling his number on it. He hands it to Castiel, their hands brushing against each other for a moment.

Castiel manages to mutter a small "Thank you, Dean," Before he opens the car door, closing it behind him and running into his apartment. As soon as he's through the front door, he peaks through the curtains, out the window to outside, staring curiously at the black '67 Impala parked in front. His heart is still pounding, has been ever since he realized he was alone in a car with Dean Winchester. He would've thought that Dean could've heard his heartbeat.

Slowly, the car pulled out and sped down the street until Castiel couldn't see it anymore. Sighing and feeling tired, he decided to turn in for the night. He slipped off his cardigan, tossing it to his small couch, then undid his button-down shirt and pulled that off as well. He sat on the edge of the couch and undid his shoelaces, taking his shoes off until he noticed his tattoo on his ankle. He frowned, running his hands over it. They was that it was like a burn, making his skin bumpy and disgusting where the tattoo lay. He tossed the shoes carelessly across the room and sat back on his couch, heaving a sigh.

Right. Beautiful, gorgeous Dean Winchester shouldn't have to have such a hideous tattoo on him. Not if Castiel can help it. He reaches into his pant pocket and pulls out the small paper that Dean handed to him. On it was written his number with a small happy face. Castiel crushed the paper, and let it drop to the ground beside the couch.

He's protect beautiful Dean Winchester from his ugly, disgusting tattoo. He won't let him experience and live with what Meg has had to.

With that, he peels off his soaked jeans and makes his way to his bed.