Author's Note:

I just love random inspiration I was watching a TV programme called 'Sinchronicity' and it gave me the vague idea for this particular fic
Hope you like
-Jess

We must spend our entire lives searching for love in the hopes for that one true happiness.

Dean Winchester thought he found that 'love' everyone spent most of his or her adult lives searching for. That soul mate or whatever they called it. He had met his girlfriend by chance and the ever so slight push of his best friend to stop drooling and go ask her out, which eventually he did. Honestly it had been a complete and utter disaster he had tripped over words until she took pity on him and invited him to join her. And that's where his relationship with Cassie Robinson started in a café during his morning break. They dated for months got to know each other and it didn't take long until they finally consummated their relationship and moved in together… Cassie was sexy, funny, beautiful, and smart. God he could list her endless attributes but deep down Dean knew something was missing sure when they had first met, the spark was there but it soon died out.

No matter how many times he tried to convince himself that he loved Cassie something just did not feel right. 'I love her.' whenever the thought passed his mind it made his gut squeezed painfully in doubt. 'I do love her.' Another squeeze clenched his stomach this time moving to his heart that just doubled over the feeling. "Something on your mind?" whatever showed on his face caught the attention of one of the other patrons in the bar; he half turned from his glass to see the brightest blue eyes watching him curiously. "Why you ask?" he picked up his glass of watered down whiskey as the blue eyed man shrugged. "Call it… curiosity. Drink?"

Of course Dean being Dean was never one to turn down a free drink, slowly by slowly he opened up to the mysterious blue-eyed stranger who took pity in his pathetic excuse for a love life. But never once did he speak up, he just listened. "So why not break it off?" Dean scoffed now nursing a bottle of beer as he picked at the label. "I haven't got the heart, I love Cassie but not in the way she loves me." The man made a thoughtful sound his fingers tapping gently against his beer bottle. "And what way do you love her?" he barely knew this guy yet he was baring his soul without a second thought. "I love her like a best friend, I don't think I've ever been truly in love with her." Out the corner of his eye he saw a flicker of something pass across the blue eyes. "Maybe I can help." He half grinned cheekily sliding his hand into his jacket and pulling out a little baggy containing white powder. "I promise I'll make it worth your while." He stood glancing around quickly before walking towards the male washrooms.

4 Months Later

Dean leaned back in his chair rubbing his eyes against the glare of his laptop, he had lost focus in the report for work when his mind drifted back to that fateful night he had met the blue-eyed angel. He closed his eyes as the man formed in his mind. The messy bed hair, which never sat flat, lean but scrawny with delicate hands. He groaned at the memory of the sharp hips rubbing against his body. His eyes snapped out sharply as he pushed the memories back a sudden clash of guilt attacking his conscience he had questioned why he had gone with blue eyes yet even four months down the line he had not been able to answer the pondering questions.

He had taken only seconds for Dean to make a final decision about whether he should follow the guy, there was a 50/50 chance that blue eyes was a drugged up junkie or like him… needed company. He finished his beer in several quick swallows and getting up, throwing several notes on the bar and making his way towards the washroom. He found blue eyes leaning casually against the sink. "Just so you know," he walked towards Dean pressing his body against his, he groaned a little at the contact of feeling the soft muscles through the layers of clothing, he heard the gentle click on the washroom lock. "I never go back on my promises." Blue eyes cocked an eyebrow as his nose traced Dean's jawline. "But if you want to back out by all means." He felt delicate fingers tracing the edge of his jeans. "Something as pretty as you how can I resist." Dean muttered in reply. "So blue eyes do you have a name?"

The door took his weight as blue eyes turned around placing the baggy on the sink counter, he glanced over his shoulder a pink tongue tracing slight dry lips. "Castiel." Dean watched, as blue eyes know named Castiel carefully removed a small amount of the powder. "And yourself?"

"Dean." Castiel smiled as he sniffed the powder up his nose almost in an expert manner. "You've done this before." Dean commented as Castiel collected another minuet holding it up. "Practise and I can always get the good stuff."

Whatever the stuff was Castiel had gotten it worked its magic within minutes; the washroom soon became a blur as he focused solely and completely on Castiel. The man's scent overpowering his sense he focused on the lips, the dark diluted eyes. Another small smirk and Castiel pulled Dean forward their lips colliding in hot, deep kisses. Both men groaned as hands pulled at clothing seeking out flesh. Wanting the contact of flesh. Before Dean realised what the Hell was going on, Castiel was on his knees unbuckling his belt and popping loose the button. With a single look up he caught the zipper between his teeth pulling it down allowing his mouth to seek out Dean's evident arousal. Dean breath literally all but disappeared as he felt the hot stroke of Castiel's wet tongue once it had fought through his boxers. His fingers tangled in the soft black hair pushing his cock deeper into his mouth. He felt Castiel's gag reflex against his dick and with near non-existent control he allowed Castiel's throat to become accustomed.

Dean's head hit the door and he groaned in pleasure of Castiel's tongue and teeth working together, his hips moved at the own accord pushing deeper into the man's throat. The sound of sucking echoing. Dean bites his lip repressing the sound to grunt as Castiel applied more pressure his breathes coming in short hard pants against Dean's cock. He pulled back taking the slick cock in his hands. With the tips of his fingers Castiel strokes the cock feeling the pulsing heat against his palm, he teased tracing the hard length against his teeth bringing Dean to the edge of orgasm…

"Dr Novak to Accident and Emergency."