Author's Note...

Hey ya'll! This is my first time in doing a destiel slash. My first destiel was a one shot and gender bended (I turned Cas to a girl). Hope you guys will like this. It may take a little while to finish though. Hihi. Ideas just keep on coming and all. But I do have a good ending waiting in time. But, for now, enjoy. Reviews are very much appreciated. Enjoy fellas!

By Chance

For the First Time...

Dean Winchester was never the man who took an interest towards the same gender. He was a lady's man. Can easily get any girl he wants. The man whose eyes are always caught by hot women—until a certain blue eyed man with a messy dark chocolate brown hair in a trench coat came along.

He wasn't sure what was in that man that he can't help but stare. There's something about his eyes, his nose and his unruly hair that just captivates him. Something about the way the cream trench coat wraps around him like an armour. There's something about the way he walks that makes him seem confident and superior.

Dean wasn't really sure how long he's been staring at the man until his brother snapped his fingers in front of his face.

"Dean! What's going on? Your head seemed to be in the clouds." His brother—Sam—said with a snort that is accompanied by a smirk. Sam crossed his arms across his chest and raised his brows as he looked at his brother.

"Nothing." Dean responded; voice lower than usual. Sam's brows furrowed and tried to read Dean. Dean's attention was back on the man with blue eyes. Sam tilted his head a little and slowly turned to see where his brother's eyes were looking at.

"You checkin' the man with blue eyes?" Sam asked after he realized where his brother's gaze was.

Dean snorted at the statement and chuckled. "Now why would I be checkin' the man with blue eyes? I don't swing that way Sammy."

"C'mon." Sam started with a smirk as he turned back to his brother. "Pure interest and lust is written all over your face. And don't you dare tell me that you're checkin' the girl on the other table with her boyfriend. That, is not the way you swing Dean." Triumph written all over his face. He gave good reasoning though. There was no other 'pretty girl' in that direction besides that one who seemed to have a partner. And the men with blue eyes stand out the most. He was like the only white rose in a bouquet of dark red roses. He was beautiful.

Dean rolled his eyes and tried to think of something, anything that would take Sam's words back. Just when he was about to respond, Sam started talking once more. "Just, go and talk to him."

"Sam." Dean said with gritted teeth and a grunt as Sam pushed him to the direction of the guy. Dean stopped in the middle and looked back at Sam to glare. Sam simply shooed his brother away with his hand. Dean fixed his leather jacket harshly and looked at the man again. His expression softened upon laying his eyes on the blue eyed man. He slowly walked towards him, starting to feel a little nervous. Why am I feeling nervous? He asked himself, but no one answered. Before he knew it, he pulled a chair in front of the man. The man looked up to see Dean, confusion evident on his face with a slow head tilt. Dean smiled nervously at the man and sat down.

"Dean." He said, stretching his hand across the table. The blue eyed man stared at him with confusion for a little more while before he gave the out stretched hand a shake.

"Castiel." He replied with a rough, slightly low voice and released Dean's hand. His eyes are still questioning as he looked at Dean in the eye, head still tilted slightly. Dean felt the butterflies in his stomach go wild as he stared at this man in the eye. His heart rate beat four times faster than it should. He bit his lower lip but kept his attention to Castiel's blue eyes. Castiel's brows furrowed at Dean's action. He can see Dean's hesitance.

"Um..." Dean started, "what are you doing alone in the bar?" Stupid question Winchester. He thought.

"I'm waiting for someone." He replied. Aw. For a reason unknown to Dean, that hurt. After hearing that, he finally tore his gaze away from Castiel and focused on the table instead. "Oh. Girlfriend?" he asked, slowly raising his head.

"No." Whew! Thank God! He thought to himself; then became thoughtful again. What if he's not waiting for a girlfriend because he's waiting for a boyfriend? That thought caught him off guard and hasn't realized that he asked Castiel if he's waiting for a boyfriend until the man he was to talking to laughed. And that was a beautiful laugh.

"No." He said, still smiling—for the first time that night—at what Dean asked. "No. I'm waiting for a boy and he's a friend but not in that sense." He continued, his smile getting wider. God! That is just so damn beautiful! Castiel leaned a little closer to Dean. Dean mirrored Castiel's action as the man sighed a little—smile still intact. "I don't swing that way." He said as he shook his head. He smiled wider and leaned back on his chair. "At least I don't think so." He said with a smile as he stretched his arms above his head a little and folded them behind his head. He had smug grin directed at Dean's somehow shocked and nervous expression.

"If you're trying to flirt with me, I'm not interested." Castiel said, getting Dean out of his trance.

"Huh?" he asked absentmindedly.

"What? You don't think I don't have enough experience to know the art of flirting, do you?" he said smugly. "I've had all kinds of women and men flirting with me. I don't know what they see in me." He said with a snort as he looked around and brought his hands back on the table.

"Uh..." was all Dean could manage until a man came behind Castiel and kissed him on his cheek.

"Cassy." He said with a weird accent.

"Balthazar." He said with a smile as looked up at the man that kissed him. "Stop calling me Cassy." He said as he raised a brow.

"But it sounds cute. Just like you!" Balthazar said gleefully. Castiel rolled his eyes at the same time Balthazar saw Dean. "And who might you be?" he asked Dean, a hint of anger, jealousy or whatever evident in his tone. Dean either ignored it or was too out of his head to answer.

"That's Dean. Just met him."

"Oh." Was all Balthazar muttered.

"Where's my idiot of a brother?"

"He's right..." Balthazar paused in mid sentence when he turned his head to look at Castiel's brother—which happened to be not there—and let his head fall to the side as his brows furrowed in confusion. "behind me." His last two words barely audible. Huh. He thought.

Castiel sighed as he stood up, taking his friend's attention back at him. "I'll look for him before he starts doing something stupid. Stay here." He said and removed his trench coat to reveal a black vest with a long sleeved white button up—one button down—with a loose dark blue tie around his neck. He placed the trench coat behind the chair he was sitting on and removed the tie around his neck as well as his vest and put it down on the table. He rolled up his sleeves a quarter higher. His friend, Balthazar, eyed him with raised brows that say, what are you doing?

"It's getting hot, okay?" was all he said in understanding the question written all over his face. He then loosened another button from his shirt. "Again. Stay here while I look for Gabriel." Repeating his words from before to Balthazar. His attention then shifted to Dean. "Nice meeting you Dean. You can stay and wait for me if you want. But as I said before..." he trailed off, knowing that Dean understood. Dean slowly nodded his head. A smile flashed across Castiel's face as he walked out to find his brother.

"Huh." Balthazar said out loud, getting Dean's attention, as he sat beside him.

"What?" Dean asked reluctantly.

"It's been a very long while since I saw Cassy smile that way." He said thoughtfully.

"What do you mean?" Dean asked, gaining a smirk from Balthazar.