Title: The New Neighbours
Words: ~500
Rating: T
Summary: AU Dean lives in a quiet fenced in community where everyone knew each other. When new neighbors move in across the street from him, Dean can't help but wonder who these two men are. Especially the intense blue eyed man who always read under a tree in front of the house.
Notes: I haven't planned this story out, at least not as far ahead as the end. I'm going to write it as it comes (as always, i have no beta) and post every other day depending on my work day. The chapters will be small, warning you now, but every other day updates should make up for it, no?
There was a tingling sensation that was bugging Dean. Something in the back of his mind was scratching its way to the surface and it annoyed him that he couldn't place it. At first it was just flashes of stuff... like Déjà vu but murkier in the sense that he knew he'd seen it before but the place escaped him. Then, after a day or two, flashes became visions. After a week, visions became nightmares. After a month, he was scared to go to sleep.
The nightmare was always the same, every single night. It bugged him, seriously bugged him that he couldn't place the face that he saw with a name. It was as if something... was off about his life. Sure, sometimes he'd felt like he didn't belong behind a white picket fence and a mini van but didn't everyone? He always thought it was a mid-life - mid-life crisis. He was nearing the big three zero.
But he knew it wasn't that the moment their new next-door neighbours arrived. They were... peculiar to say the least. They'd cause quite a scandal when they'd gone to the open house and were nearly escorted out of the fenced in community. Dean remembered talking to the tallest man with such familiarity that it felt like they'd known each other for years. The other man was whisked away by the realtor and so Dean hadn't met him apart from the glance at his dishevelled brown hair.
He hadn't memorised their names, he had no need to do so, and so, watching as the moving truck parked outside the house, Dean felt scared. The tallest man was nice enough but what about the other guy? He hadn't even asked the guy if they were brothers or lovers and now they were moving in and ... what if something weird happened? Dean shook his head, pushing away all the strange and slightly homophobic thoughts that ran through his head. He was overreacting, that much he knew.
Later that night, his doorbell rang. Dean was in the kitchen making an elaborate dinner of frozen pizza. When the ding of the bell reached his ears, he dropped his hands from his hips and pushed himself from the counter that he was leaning against and sighed. No one came to see him. Ever. Not even his family came to see him, what little family he had left.
He walked to the door, running his hand through his hair and turning to the left to check his reflection on the small mirror on the wall. He checked his breath, cupping his hands in front of his mouth and breathing into it. His breath was fine. Dean reached out and turned the doorknob, swinging the door open with one smooth retraction of his arm. It swung open to reveal two men standing next to each other. One with sandy blond hair and the other with startling blue eyes that looked at Dean. Wow, was all he could think.