Title: Every Day is a New Beginning: A Series of Destiel Meet Cutes

Rated: T

Summary: A series of different Destiel meet cutes (and meet uglies) to make you smile at your screen. Sweet and fluffy, rated for swearing and innuendo (for now).

A/N: Hello my fam! Here are a few cute little things while I get my life on track. This will be marked as complete throughout the posting, because I haven't decided how many of these I'm going to write. If you have a suggestion or request for a meet cute, let me know and I'll take it under consideration.

Defend My Honor

Castiel sat as the bar, checking his watch for the eight hundredth time. Sure, the waitress was hot, but Gabriel had been gone for almost thirty minutes.

He didn't like bars very much. He preferred coffee shops, but that wasn't his brother's style, as Gabriel informed him. They'd made a deal— bar tonight, new coffee shop down the street next Thursday for their weekly brotherly bonding night.

"Hey there, Handsome," a man's voice floated from the left of him.

Castiel grit his teeth. He was not in the mood to be hit on. Time to politely ask the guy to leave and inevitably endure uncomfortable flirting until Gabe got back.

The man was fairly muscular, with sandy blonde hair and an aggressive smirk. He looked a few years older than Castiel. His brain told him no, and his heart echoed that sentiment.

He opened his mouth to speak, but the guy beat him to it. "Did it hurt?" he looked concerned now.

Castiel tilted his head. "Excuse me?"

The man grinned. "Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?"

Castiel leveled a completely emotionless look at him. "Excruciatingly," he said, monotone. Maybe he could weird this guy out. It worked before.

Apparently, not with this one.

He chuckled. "You're funny." He scooted closer, and Castiel shifted awkwardly. He should just get up and leave, sure it was impolite, but he didn't have to be polite all the time. He could just—

"Hey, sweetheart." A smooth voice said in his ear and a strong arm wrapped around his shoulders. Castiel's eyes widened. Not another one.

He looked up, ready to tell the other guy to fuck off because he was touching him and that was just not cool, but a very green pair of eyes met his and the words died on his tongue as he leaned in.

Castiel almost met him halfway to kiss him. His brain was obviously short circuiting and it and his heart were both screaming, Fucking climb him like a sequoia right now! Instead, like a gentleman, he pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek.

Castiel stared as he pulled away and smiled. Golden hair, green eyes, scruff, plump lips… Jesus Christ. He was a god.

"This guy givin' you problems?" he asked, puffing up his chest like he was ready to defend Castiel's honor.

Castiel didn't trust himself to speak, so he just nodded.

The new man wrapped an arm tighter around him and oh god he smelled amazing. "He's taken, so you can fuck off now," he said to stranger number one. His voice was growley and low. To Castiel's mortification, he felt something stir low in his stomach.

The other guy raised his hands in surrender and left. When he was out of view, the beautiful man pressed against him let him go and slid onto the stool next to him. "Sorry about that," he said, aggressive demeanor now shy. Castiel still couldn't speak.

"I just saw that you looked real uncomfortable and I've seen that guy around. Luke never takes no for an answer." He shrugged. "You okay?"

"Yes, um, thank you…" pink flooded his face. He was still stunned by the past sixty seconds, where this aggressive macho guy had just turned into a shy, quiet man defending Castiel against creepy strangers.

"Dean," he grinned at Castiel, holding out a hand.

"Castiel," he choked out, gripping Dean's hand. It was a strange mixture of calloused and soft, something that Castiel wanted to ask him about. He wanted to ask him about a lot of things, and have that arm around him again, and maybe kiss him to see how full his lips could get, then kiss him some more.

He realized he was staring and dropped Dean's hand. "Thank you for protecting my virtue," Castiel murmured, then mentally slapped himself. Damn his vocabulary. He didn't want to scare this one off.

But Dean just laughed. "No problem. Just because you're gorgeous doesn't give everyone the right to hit on you."

Oh. Castiel's eyes widened. This guy… this god thought he was attractive? Dean was literally perfect, how could Castiel even compare?

"That totally sounded like I was hitting on you, didn't it?" Dean rubbed the back of his neck.

"I don't mind," slipped out of Castiel's mouth before he could stop it.

Dean's smile was beautiful. "I'm glad." They stared at each other for a few more seconds. Castiel frequently stared at things, it was just something he did, but most people were weirded out by it. Dean just stared right back.

"Since you don't mind," Dean said after a minute, "would you want to-"

"Hey Cassie," Gabriel said, linking his arm with Castiel's. He rolled his eyes. Gabriel would choose that minute to come up. "This guy bothering you?"

Dean's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. "Is he…?"

Castiel glanced at Gabriel, who looked like he was now trying to protect Castiel's honor, and laughed so hard he almost fell off his chair.

"Dean, this is my brother, Gabriel. Gabriel, this is Dean, who saved me from an asshat earlier." Dean let out a huge breath and shook Gabriel's hand.

Gabriel glanced at Dean, then Castiel, then back to Dean. "Well alright, then," he leaned against the bar.

Dean chuckled. "I was sayin', would you want to get coffee with me sometime? You don't really seem like you like it here and I work down at The Roast, so twenty percent discount." He gave Castiel another one of those little, honest smiles, and Castiel knew he'd probably jump into a volcano if Dean asked him to.

"Yes," Castiel said perhaps a little too loud. He coughed. "I mean yes, I'd love to."

Dean's responding grin was blinding. "Awesome. Here's my number," he glanced around and swiped a pen from behind the bar. "Just call me when you're free, alright?"

Castiel barely heard him. His hand was cradled in Dean's, and his thumb held his fingers out as the pen left ink in the form of ten digits. "I'm usually free," Castiel mumbled.

"Me too," Dean grinned again, and Castiel felt heat rising to his cheeks. He was slow to let go of Castiel's hand. "I'll see you soon, hopefully."

And then Dean was gone, walking towards another man with a shit-eating grin on his face. The guy said something to Dean, and he gave him a light punch to the shoulder, pushing him to get out of the bar. He turned, throwing one last smile at Castiel before they left the bar.

"I may have just gotten laid," Gabriel said, startling Castiel from his happy cloud, "but you just scored. Nice, little bro."

Castiel grumbled something unintelligible, but smiled at his shoes. Some day he'd thank Gabriel for bringing him to that atrocious bar.