Wow, I haven't used this site in a really long time so I am so sorry for this. I haven't written fanfiction in three years so I'm slowly getting back to it.

Anyways, some Supernatural AU Destiel snippet. You know the drill, I don't own anything but the plot.

Hypnotized

Dean Winchester was a writer whose inspiration had decided to take a long break. He had been writing so enthusiastically that morning, all was going so well until his mind went blank. Suddenly the words weren't coming out from his head and his fingers had stopped typing. He just stared blankly at the screen of his laptop completely confused and baffled until his eyes felt dry. With a sigh he blinked and closed the lid, even with more dread he walked to the door where his jacket hung near the door. He was about to grab the keys of his car, thinking about taking a drive to ease his mind but something held him from doing so, instead just grabbing the ones of his apartment, his jacket and leaving the place for some fresh air.

And that was exactly the reason he had been walking with no exact motif for the past hours.

When he had left the building the clocks marked a little past the afternoon. Now, the sunset lights reflected on the few building's windows; it gave the street a dim orange color setup, accompanied by the casual passing of a car.

Sam had said it was probably a writers' block, that they happened and he shouldn't worry so much about it. Still, it felt frustrating to try to get over it and receiving nothing instead. Dean stuffed his hands in the leather jacket's pockets, a huff of breath escaping his mouth.

He had spent the last couple of hours aimlessly walking around, with no specific thought in his head. He was just paying attention to the sound of his feet against the asphalt and the faint smell of pastries and coffee grains that escaped the coffee shops.

Perhaps he could enter one and get some slice of pie, a different type of distraction wouldn't be so bad but when he was about to open the door he realized he had left his wallet on the top of his bedside table.

Dean groaned in frustration and resigned from entering. He took a left and across a small park –might as well take some image with him-

He was about to just to give his usual left turn towards home when he saw him. Well, when he saw them.

They were the most beautiful pair of eyes he had seen. Sure, they were blue but that wasn't giving enough credit to describe them. They were like azure treasures, mysterious as the deep of the ocean but with a glint like the first hours of morning dew. And with the evening light they seemed to have an unnatural glimpse that just fascinated the writer.

He was so captivated by those eyes that he didn't notice he was approaching them until he was just a few steps away from them, and then a deep voice abruptly woke him up from his trance.

"May I help you?"

Dean gaped and muttered "What?" his voice slightly high pitched from the surprise.

The man in front of him was wearing black suit pants, dark grey knitted sweater vest over a white collar shirt and covered with a tan and numerously washed trench coat. His dark ebony hair –or perhaps raven haired, Dean mused- was disarrayed as if he had just woke up from a nap, a strong looking jaw with a five o'clock shade.

"May I help you" the man repeated the question "Or did you think I was someone else?"

"What? No, no" Dean waved his hand nervously "I was just well, walking and" he had no excuse for the stranger with beautiful eyes to why he had just stepped in front of him.

"It is a beautiful tree" the man suddenly said "The one behind me? It provides a good shade but it'll be night in an hour so it won't be of much use until tomorrow" he looked at Dean and smiled "Is that why you approached to this bench?"

Dean smiled as well and took a seat next to the stranger with hypnotizing eyes "Perhaps" he reached out his hand "Dean Winchester"

"Castiel Novak" he was greeted with a firm hand, a casual shake and a delightful smile.