Disclaimer: I own no rights to either Supernatural or 500 Days of Summer, I'm gonna go to my box and cry now
A/N: Hi so I have like four stories I needed to update but I watched 500 Days of Summer and I just kept on picturing Dean and Castiel in those roles :') I don't think I've seen a fic like this but if anybody has please tell me because I'd hate to steal anyone's idea or plot Anywho I really appreciate reviews and criticism It probably wont exactly follow the movie story and I apologise if any is ooc :D
Enjoy!
Emm xx
Prologue
Day 290
His life was over. It wasn't even an understatement; Dean Winchester was well and truly fucked. It hadn't even been a year and his world had turned upside down, inside out; been broken apart and taped back together just to be split into pieces once again.
He closed his eyes and images of dark blue orbs and a mess of untidy black hair invaded his mind everywhere he went. He had known something was off but he hadn't dared himself to think anymore of it. He had never been this happy with somebody, never allowed himself to immerse his heart and soul into one relationship.
"I think we should stop seeing each other."
Dean looked up from his cheeseburger in shock. Of all the words he had expected to come out of his partner's mouth, never in all of the world was it those eight.
Shit.
DAY ONE
"Dude, hurry up!"
Dean called up the stairs to his sixteen year old brother. Sam was a demon in the morning and if he didn't move his ass soon then he would miss first period and Dean was not signing another imaginary dentist slip.
"Alright, alright. Geez."
Sam came clattering down into the kitchen, hopping on one foot in order to pull his sock on properly. He had grown again over the summer Dean noticed as he glanced upwards. Despite the four year age difference Sam towered over his older brother. He chucked the floppy haired teen his satchel and they wandered outside to Dean's prize posessesion, his impala. Though Sam had his licence as well, there was no way the idiot was ever sitting in his baby's driver seat.
"You won't forget about Lisa's engagement party this weekend right?"
Sam asked as they pulled up outside his ridiculously fancy scholarship earned private school. He unclipped his seatbelt and to fix Dean with an unnerving stare.
"Right?"
Dean rolled his eyes but was unable to keep the smile off of his face. Sam was an overeager puppy in a vessel; and Dean loved Lisa, he was truly happy that she had found somebody to spend her life with. They weren't a good couple he could see that now, but she was still his best friend, stayed with him while he tried to find himself and always would be there.
"Yeah yeah Sammy, I won't forget I promise. Now scoot, go and learn smart things to put inside of your abnormally large head."
Sam shot Dean the two finger salute as he clambered out of the car with the same gracelessness he applied to the majority of tasks and jogged over to a group of friends that were waiting for him.
Other mother day, seriously?
Dean thought as he tapped his pen against his folder absent minded. The meeting had only been going on for twenty minutes and he was bored out of his mind. He had never wanted to go into the greeting card business but there was no way he could juggle studying for a mechanics degree whilst working here and Ellen's bar in the evening. His main priority was to make sure Sam had everything he needed, that was all that mattered.
"Dude where'd you get to last night?"
Ash, Dean's colleague and sometimes drinking buddy was muttering to him out of the corner of his mouth. He was the graphics designer for the company and had been the one to get the job cemented for Dean.
"Oh yeah sorry Sam needed me to come home."
Ash opened his mouth to reply but was interrupted when the door opened and the newcomer stepped into the conference room. Dean's eyes snapped up to see a man walk over to their boss Crowley and whispered into the Englishman's ear . Crowley straightened up and turned to his employees.
"I'm sorry but there's something I must take care of. Oh uh yes, everybody this is my new assistant Castiel Milton from uh-"
"Massachusetts"
The guy, Castiel supplied helpfully. Something heavy started to curl in Dean's stomach as the gravely voice reached his ears. Crowley nodded and left the room leaving Castiel standing in front of twenty strangers.
"So uh it was nice to meet you all." The dark haired man tugged on the edge of the ugly trench coat that he was wearing over his suit. He picked up Crowley's empty coffee mug, and made to leave. His gaze swept over the bored faces before eyes landing on Dean. The look was heated and made the hairs on the back of Dean's neck stand on end as if they had been electric shocked.
Damn he was screwed.
A/N: Okay first chapter is done Good? Bad? I'd love to know what you think it makes me want to write more :D like I said crit is welcome ;) xx
