Saying it all started with a cup of coffee would be overused and cheesy, but that's literally how the socially awkward art student met the most important person in his life.

Of course, it's not as though the coffee held any significance to the meeting. Castiel James Novak just happened to be holding one when he accidentally bumped into a tall, exceptionally built stranger.

I know that's also reasonably cliché, but considering the circumstances, Castiel's terribly made coffee - he had been on his phone at the time of ordering it and it had pissed off the stereotypical teen girl serving him - and file full of papers were inevitably about to be destroyed.

Poor Castiel had been unaware of the other man's presence until the moment they made contact and the coffee spilt all over everything, including the many papers that were now scattered all over the floor. He had been leisurely strolling down the dorm corridor with his nose buried in a rather frustrating email he had received through his phone when suddenly his stuff was everywhere and soaked in coffee.

"Oh no," he groaned out, not even acknowledging the other man as he dropped to his knees and desperately gathered up the definitely ruined sheets. "Oh no, oh no, oh no."

"Man, I'm so sorry," a deep, lovely voice said as an impressively built man crouched in his dark jeans and attempted to help Castiel, who now stared in fright at the intimidating looking man before him.

The man was much taller than Castiel and held a stern face with plump looking lips and what seemed to be bright green eyes - he didn't get a proper look at anything other than his huge, muscular body and brown hair so light that it was almost blonde.

"It's fine." The words came out quick and short before Castiel rudely snatched the papers out of the man's hands and sprinted off, not looking back even as the man called out to him.

Castiel never stopped running, a little scared that the stranger might be following him back to his dorm room. However, when Castiel burst through the door and spun around to check, there was no one in sight down either end of the hall. A loud sigh of relief left his lips and he slumped his shoulders as he shut the door, his stomach heaving with each tired breath.

"Sounds like you've had a rough day," spoke a voice from behind Castiel, causing him to jump and whirl around in surprise. There, on his bed, sat none other than Castiel's dorm mate Balthazar, a British transfer with a love for wine.

"Wow. You really have had a rough day." Balthazar's voice was soothing for Castiel, whose heart hammered less violently in his chest at the sight of his best friend.

"No kidding," he said breathlessly and a little sarcastically, harshly throwing the soaked papers onto the floor and tossing the unfortunately empty coffee cup into the rubbish bin a few feet away.

Castiel tugged at his tie, loosening it from his sweaty neck all the while knowing that Balthazar's eyes stared intensely with each movement. He glanced over at his friend that now nursed a wine glass in his hands, taking note of the concerned look on his handsome face.

"The hell happened to your work, Castiel?" His friend asked, picking up the crumpled heap of now useless, previously beautiful projects and dumping them in the bin.

"Spilt coffee on them," Castiel whined forlornly, already collapsing on the fake leather couch with an overloaded, incredibly old sketchbook sitting open at an unused page on his lap. "I bumped into this guy down the hall."

He started scratching at the page with his sharpened pencil, roughly tracing in oddly shaped squares and occasionally flicking back to previous pages for ideas on a template design. Soon enough, he was drawing a tall man positioned in a battle stance with a huge, decorative sword in his hands.

"How's this Japanese comic, or whatever it is, of yours going?" Balthazar asked to break the deafening silence, leaning over Castiel's shoulder and staring down at the page.

"It's called manga and, technically, this is a graphic novel. There's a difference in the drawing styles. Manga focuses more on the -"

"Yeah, that's enough, Cassie." He felt Balthazar gently pat his shoulder and Castiel sighed. His friend never took much interest in Castiel's excessive knowledge of the art world, even though Balthazar currently studied ancient Egypt for his history course - a time when the alphabet itself was quite artistic (aka hieroglyphs).

A heavy sigh escaped Castiel's lips and he slipped a slight, sad glance at the ruined papers wasting away in the bin and he knew he would have to replace them as soon as possible.

"It's going to be a long night."

- Scene -

The loud ringing of an alarm startled Dean out of an extremely rare, peaceful night's sleep. He glared at the clock that sat on the dressing table between the two beds and unhappily slammed his hand down on the snooze button. At this time of the morning, Asia is not a great band to wake up to.

"Sammy, get your ass out of bed," he growled at his brother and dorm mate that lay in the bed pressed up against the wall, furthest away from the door. This particular set up had been created by Dean, so he could protect his giant little brother if he needed to.

"Dean, if it bothers you so much, get a new roommate," groaned out a disgruntled and sleep deprived Sam. He had stayed up all night studying, much to Dean's protesting at his bright desk lamp, which was somehow disrupting his so called beauty sleep.

"Planning on it," he exclaimed. The only reason the two brothers had been placed together was because there were no other available dorms at the time of their arrival, but now that quite a few people had suddenly dropped out, Dean was allowed to move out.

Dean hopped up out of bed, ruffling his brother's shaggy hair with one hand as he poured coffee into his favourite mug with the other. He grinned at the grade A bitch face Sam sent him and sipped at his coffee, relaxing visibly as the caffeine started to work its early morning magic.

"Ah, ain't nothing like coffee in the morning," he stated happily, downing the rest of his burning hot coffee in just a couple of large, noisy gulps.

"Maybe, but the early brother gets the shower first!" Dean lunged for the bathroom door but it slammed shut in his face, Sam's laugh and the click of the lock from the other side only annoying Dean. He slumped down on the edge of his bed, losing focus as his thoughts took over.

After a minute of relaxed daydreaming, Dean blinked a few times, slightly disoriented for a couple of seconds until he stood up and set his mug down, using his other hand to drag his pajama pants just past his hips. He changed fast, planning to have a shower later on in his new dorm.

The key rest in the bowl - which was Sam's idea, by the way - near the door with the room number written neatly on the tag. He was only moving one floor above his brother, which thankfully wasn't too far. Although, rumors had reached Dean's ears that his new roommate was a little... funky.

Dean shrugged. His roommate really couldn't be that bad, but the way some people had spoken about him made it seem like this dude didn't have very many friends. Well, considering Dean became the handsome heartbreaker within his first few weeks at the college, his roommate was about to become pretty popular.

Snatching the key out of the bowl along with the keys to his precious Baby out in the parking lot, Dean called out a "see you later" to his brother and casually strolled out of the room, unaware of the short guy in a trench coat rushing down the next hall with a file in one hand and a full cup of coffee in the other.

A/N-hi:)