Prologue: Meeting.
The cold morning and the grey sky matches with Dean's current mood. Even his favorite AC/DC song that blasting full volume through the speaker of the impala did nothing to improve his mood. Dean's day had rather been a bad one, to put it mildly.
Since he woken this morning, it seem to be that one of those day that everything seems to be wrong and he can't do anything right. He wake up discovering his housemate for the past 2 years had bailed in the middle of the night without paying 2 months rent, his fridge is empty, his favorite dinner is closed for whatever reason. Then he had to drive 12 blocks away just to nearest coffeehouse and when he thinks his day are getting better because the coffeehouse had pie and it doesn't look half bad (It looks heavenly but dean has high standard. He'll vote after he tasted it). Of course, it was his luck that all the seats were full, taken. He just can't take a break can he.
Dean tighten his grips of the plate, eyes sweeping the area and the patrons, 's have to be an empty seat somewhere because he is not going to drive all the way home and risked his pie getting cold. That is just a- no,no. unacceptable. the universe won't be that cruel to him, right? Dean thought as his eyes gave the room another sweep.
He notices a man sitting alone in one of the table in near back. Perfect. Dean thought, as he eyed the empty seat. Though he could be waiting for someone. Uh. Time to decide whether the pie in his hand is it worth embarrassing himself in front of total stranger. Dean stares at the seats. Finally making up his mind, Dean walks gingerly towards the table. He might as well try his luck.
Dean is standing right next to the table by now but still the man had not taken notice of him still lost in the newspaper he's reading. Dean clears his throat loudly. "Uhh..is this seat taken?"
Castiel looks up from his morning paper and stares confusedly at the stranger who had just interrupt his breakfast. Not that he's been doing much eating anyway, his grilled sandwich is still untouched. The man has dirty blonde hair, green eyes and has extremely attractive physical attributes. Considering the fact that Castiel has been surrounded by attractive people pretty much all his life, he knows what he is talking about. He is almost an expert at these things. He wonders, what the stranger wants from him?
All Dean can think of the moment their eyes meet when the man look up was 'oh'. It must have been the bluest eye, he have ever see. It's-it's blue. Different. Seems special somehow. blue, that dean thinks he could just write a poetry of how blue it was. His train of thought was cut off when the man says something to him. Probably asking a question or something, he thinks.
Um..there's nowhere else to seat. Dean explains hesitantly. The man looks around the cafe before those really, really blue eyes ( for the lack of better word to describe it) settling back on him accompanied by a tilt of head and a very confused look. Ridiculously adorable.