Destiel.

The First Time Meeting:

Expectations

Dean was ralking (slow run and walking, duh) down the street busily texting Sam about where they should meet up for lunch. As he was walking by, he felt a figure brush past him, and heard the sound of books falling. Dean turned to see a semi pretty guy there, just down on his knees, picking up the books

Well obliviously not wanting to be a rude little prick, Dean decides to get on all fours and help, pick up the books, and he was picking up the books, he can't help but notice a really nice looking book cover. Cooking For BAMF Sassholes, the title said, and on the cover, one of the most mouth-watering, finger fucking, jucy eating pies dean's ever seen in his life.

"Oh wow, hey, you like cooking too?" Dean asked the mystery boy, handing the book back.

And then Dean saw blue, the bluest blue that ever blued ever. They sparkled like Deans princess earings that he was oh so totally not wearing right now. The shined even brighter then a white kid…

Oh wow this guy was smokin.

The guy seemed to think the same, and the blue's clues eyes widened in surprise. Then Dean saw the guy smile, and spoke in an oh-so-orgasmic voice.

"Uh, yes, I love cooking."

Dean was attracted to this guy. But no, it can not be in love with this guy yet, as This is only the start of the story, and that would be crappy writing if he was.

(P.S He kinda doesn't even know the kids name…)

Reality:

Dean was swagging down the street, texting Sam about where they should meet up for lunch. As he was walking by, he felt a figure brush past him, and heard the sound of books falling. Dean grinded his teeth together and willed all of his hunting powers to calm down.

"Watch where your going, dickward" Dean growled, turning back towards the sound, just incase this guy wanted a fight.

The guys on the ground picking up his books, just glared at Dean, the blue eyes boring into his soul. Dean looked towards the books on the ground, and noticed the Cooking book.

"Omg you like cooking?" Dean scoffed, wow this guy was a feminie nutjob.

"Its baking actually" The guy gruffs out with a voice that sounds like he needs a few too many bottles of cough syrup.

"Pfft whatever, loser" Dean said, turned and walked away, since he was already 20 minutes late to meet up with Sam. He did one quick glance over his shoulder, and let out a quiet annoyed sigh, that guy was kinda hot…