Imagine Person A is an illustrator for children’s books. They always hide Person B in the background of every book they work on.

jhoomwrites:

thank you for this adorable prompt!

Dean fell in love with a boy when he was in the eighth grade. It wasn’t like Dean’s shitty home life was a secret, and the other kids all made fun of him for it. So while the popular kids shared lunch with each other on the days they happened to forget theirs, Dean went hungry on the days his dad wasn’t sober enough to get them food or a couple dollars.

At least that’s how things were until Castiel Milton moved to town. He saw Dean sitting alone, drinking out of a lone milk carton because he’d given most of money he’d found that morning to Sam, and he came over to sit with him. Without a word, he’d opened his lunch box and started handing Dean half of his food.

“You don’t have to do that,” Dean said, even as his stomach growled greedily.

“I want to,” Castiel said as he continued dividing his sandwich in two. “You’re hungry and I couldn’t possibly eat all of this myself. My mom keeps packing enough lunch for two people… May as well have two people eat it.”

Things continued like that. Dean gave all the money he found at home to Sam so the kid could buy lunch, and Dean came to count on Castiel’s friendship and generosity. They became close, and Dean didn’t know it then, but he was totally gone on the blue eyed boy with the messy hair.

And then very abruptly, Cas wasn’t in Dean’s life anymore.

His uncle Bobby came to visit, saw the state of things, and had forcibly taken Dean and Sam to live with him in Sioux Falls. Dean remembered the argument between the two men very well, Bobby insisting that either John let him take the boys or he’d call child protective services.

“You wouldn’t dare—”

“You ain’t got a clean dish in the place, no food in the fridge that isn’t expired, and not a lick of space that isn’t filthy. You bet your ass I’d do it for these boys. So either you shut up and let them come with me, or so help me I’ll do what I have to.”

John had shut up then.

“You clean this place up, get yourself a decent job, I’ll bring ‘em back, alright?”

John muttered that he’d try, but that never turned into anything. Once Sam and Dean got to Sioux Falls, they never left. At first Dean was angry to leave Lawrence—it was his home—but things were way better with Bobby than their dad. They had clean clothes that fit. Someone helped them with their homework and drove them to school. They had three meals every day. They had chores and an allowance and love, and Dean didn’t want to give that up.

The only thing he regretted about leaving was Cas. It’d been so sudden, he hadn’t even had a chance to say goodbye…

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