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Castiel Novak has spent his entire life behind the camera.

He’s photographed pretty much everything, from rambling hills to city lights, ancient brickwork and colossal heights.

Be it Times Square or the Taj Mahal, Cas is eager to capture every wonder of the modern world, compress the most picturesque places into a 50 mm lens.

That doesn’t explain why he is currently sitting in a “photography for beginners” class. Cas has been studying the difference between sharpen and fade since he was old enough to pick up a camera, dream of one day holding the Colosseum in the palm of his trembling hand.

He doesn’t want to collaborate with bored college kids who can’t even tell the difference between various Instagram filters.

Apparently, Cas needs to “expand his portfolio” and “broaden his horizons”, just because he’d sooner photograph a beach at sunset than take candids of models.

Clearly, Naomi (his stern faced professor), has no idea what she’s talking about.

Cas has always been a firm believer that photographers should connect with their subjects on some level, and he’s never really found that in anyone, be they friend or lover.

Until now.

It’s not like he planned on developing a huge crush within five minutes of his first class, but god; Cas is already itching to photograph the green eyed stranger who just flopped down beside him.

Forget mountain tops and the Mediterranean, this boy is the most beautiful creation that Cas has ever seen. He’s certain that there are galaxies behind the cracks in his chassis, an entire shuddering ocean under freckled skin.

“Hi, I’m Dean,” he says, and that’s it, Cas is completely gone, hell-bent on reading the stories between Dean’s shoulder blades, catching the stars as they fall from his eyelashes.

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