Castiel had just bought a run down house on the edge of town. He stumbles across a mysterious painting of a man with incredibly green eyes. Who is this man and why is his portrait in the attic? Sort of a coffee-shop AU. My first mostly AU story ever. Please be review.

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The Green-Eyed Painting

Chapter 1:

Castiel had just bought the old, run down house. It was built at least one hundred years ago. The shutters were hanging off the windows most of the glass was broken. There was graffiti on the front of the building and was full of old furniture.

Castiel didn't know what, but there was just something about this three story house that called to him. When he stepped into the house for the first time, he felt a sudden sense of loneliness.

The rooms were dark, the windows covered with dusty, heavy drapes. The wallpaper was peeling off the walls, but there was something so charming about the place. You could almost image what it had looked like before the sands of time had reduced it to a crumbling wreck.

Castiel stepped cautiously up the stair case, afraid that they couldn't hold his weight, but they were surprisingly sturdy. Castiel continued up the stairs, running his fingers along the walls. Castiel reached the top of the stairs and overlooked the small balcony into the foyer. The crystal chandelier that hung there was old and covered with dust and cobwebs.

Suddenly, Castiel's foot fell through the floor. Luckily, he kept his hand on the bannister.

He let out a sigh of relief as he regained his footing. As he continued down the passage, he saw another set of stairs that seemed to go no where, but on closer inspection, there proved to be a small hatch.

"An attic." Castiel said out loud. He walked up the stairs and pushed the little hatch up. The attic was full of dusty covered furniture and boxes. However, in the corner, resting onto of an ornate chair, rested a painting that was covered in dust.

Castiel pulled out his handkerchief and wiped down the surface. Once he had finished, the most beautiful man Castiel had ever seen was revealed to him.

The man in the painting was sitting on an ornate chair, a lot like the one the painting was currently resting on. He was dressed in black period clothing that hugged his frame, making him appear slim but muscular. He had a hunting rifle resting against his leg in the background. The man's face was chiseled with just the hint of stubble. He looked more like a Greek god than a simple human. His lips were full and light pink and had a small smile. But Castiel couldn't stop looking at the man's eyes. They were a gorgeous shade of piercing green. Castiel was mesmerized by them.

"Aren't you beautiful?" Castiel whispered, stroking the painted man's face. Suddenly, Castiel's phone went off, breaking the painting's spell over him. With a shaky hand, Castiel pulled his phone out of his pocket and answered.

"Hello?" He said into the receiver. "Oh, hey Anna! Yeah, I'll be at the coffee shop in a minute! I'm just checking out the house I just bought."

Castiel hung up and stared at the painting for another moment. "I'll be back for you." He whispered, as if the painting could hear him. If Castiel hadn't have known better, he could have sworn the painting smiled. Castiel just put it down to his wild imagination.

Castiel closed the coffee-shop that night and headed straight for the house rather than his apartment. Castiel tore upstairs to the attic. His mind had been on that painting all day.

He turned on his flashlight and found his way over to the painting. Castiel looked around for the name of the artist, or the subject, but much to his disappointment, he couldn't find anything. Castiel picked up the painting and gingerly carried it out of the house and put it gently in the back seat of his car.

Castiel drove back over to his apartment and knocked on the door. "Anna!" He hissed. The door opened to reveal his roommate and sister Anna. She had a surprised look on her face.

"What is that?" She asked incredulously.

"It's a painting I found in that old house. Help me, would you?" He said. Anna shook her head in amusement and helped him carry the painting inside. They lent it against the wall and both stood back to look at it.

"Does it say who that is or who painted it?" Anna asked.

Castiel shook his head. "No, I already checked."

Anna shrugged. "Well, whoever it is, he's really hot!" Castiel rolled his eyes, but didn't deny her claim.

"I think I want to put it up in the coffee-shop." Castiel said.

Anna raised an eyebrow at him. "Really Cas? What, so you can stare at it all day?" She said, teasingly. Castiel nudged her playfully.

"No, I just think it would look good against the ugly brick wall." Castiel reply.

"It's not ugly! You just have no sense of style!" Anna said. "Fine, hang it up there. Remember, you have the morning shift tomorrow and for the rest of the month."

Cas rolled his eyes. "I know Anna! Go to bed!" Cas said, grinning.

"You go to bed! You're the one who has to get up early!" Anna retorted. Cas laughed, but followed her advice. After a quick shower, Cas went straight to bed.

So yeah, that was the first chapter. There's probably only going to be three chapters. I hope you enjoyed it so far! Please review! :D