Sam, Dean and their angel, Cas were surrounded by higher ranking angels, totally outnumbered when he showed the hell up.
"Castiel," A British accented voice called out, as the person stepped out from the shadows.
The mystery person was a short male with ebony windswept hair and shining emerald eyes.
The brothers' eyes widened when Castiel openly embraced the unknown person, a true smile on his face.
Suddenly, everyone became tense as intimidating power vibrated off of this stunning male.
Sam looked over to the cluster of angels and nearly laughed at the scared faces they were making.
"I told you all to stay away from Castiel and his charges, did I not?" The commanding voice of the British fellow oddly made Dean's insides purr.
"Well shit just hit the fan," Dean mumbled.
Chapter 2: And Who Are You?
"You are the love that came without warning; You had my heart before I could say no."
After the mysterious gentleman that Castiel seemed to be all 'buddy-buddy' with put the bunch of feathered dicks in their place, they all went back to the bunker.
"So you know who we are, but who are you?" Sam was the first to speak. The brothers knew that when it came down to being polite, Sam was the better option.
"Oh! How rude of me. I'm Harry Potter, it's nice to meet you both," The British guy, smiled with a slight embarrassed blush on his face.
He's adorable. Dean thought before nearly falling out of his chair once he did a double take.
"I'm fine, just thought of something. It's uh.. nice to meet you.. um too?" Mumbling, Dean walked out of the library, hands shoved in the back pockets of his jeans.
"Damn. He's got it bad. I'm so proud!" Sam lit up like a fucking Christmas tree when he figured out that Dean had the hots for a British dude.
Harry and Castiel shared a confused look before looking back at Sam.
"He's got what bad?" Harry asked genuinely curious.
Sam paused dramatically before meeting Harry's eyes.
"I'm not entirely sure," Sam shrugged and opened his book.