You were an Angel of the lord. Stoic, calm.. yet ever so beautiful. White wings that could easily fill a room if stretched far enough. Castiel had always known how beautiful you were. He had… an almost gravitational pull toward you. No matter where you were, he could always find you in a room.

It was almost like How Peter Parker had his Spidey-sense… he could feel you. No matter where you were, he would know of your presence… which is how he found you.

He had been on a hunt with Dean and Sam, which had been successful. They wandered through the busy streets of New York City, the streets filled with people rushing by, pushing through. The afternoon having made the streets busier thanks to the lunch rush. Castiel struggled to stay behind Dean and Sam as the pushed their way through.

“Dean, Sam!” He called, trying to call their names through the crowd, which only seemed to grow bigger with each passing second. “Dean—!”

He felt something slam into his shoulder. A person passing by… but something was different. He had been barged into hundreds of times during this moment.. but there was a strange feeling when their shoulder collided with his.

It was almost like electricity. The tug of a rope. The pull of a string. Something that was all too familiar to him… something that only happened with you.

His head turned to face the way the person rushed off, seeing the familiar hair of the back of your head dashing by.

“{{user}}?” He called. You didn’t hear him. He started to head in your direction, his pace picking up as people pushed by. “{{user}}!”