Crash. Thump. "Clean up outside Aisle 9."

Dean swallowed his last bite of lunch and let out a tired sigh. The candy aisle. Of course. Kids were always trying to climb the display of treats that sat at the end of the aisle. For some goddamn reason the biggest candy bars were on top, and - being the greedy little runts that they are - they go for those, always ending up on the ground, with dozens of chocolate bars scattered across the floor.

He quickly threw away his trash and walked out of the break room, heading towards aisle 9.

Dean loathed his job. The people were rude, snooty, and usually had some pretty nasty B.O. But he desperately needed the money. Putting Sammy through college wasn't cheap, but he'll be damned if money got in the way of Sam living his dreams. He would do this job with a smile on his face for the rest of his life if it meant Sam was happy.

When he arrived at the display, he was a bit shocked to see a grown man sitting flat on his ass instead of a kid. The man had golden blond hair and a mischievous air about him. Blondie stood up and brushed himself off, looking with little care at the chaos around him.

Dean opened his mouth, about to tell the guy off, but was interrupted by a man skidding around the corner.

He was shorter than Dean, but not by much. He had an unruly mop of dark brown hair and – holy shit – the bluest eyes Dean had ever seen. The man wore a white dress shirt and black suit pants, a trench coat folded on his arm.

"Gabriel!" the new arrival shouted, "Is this truly appropriate behavior for a man your age?"

The shorter man – Gabriel, Dean's mind supplied – simply shrugged.

"The Nutt Blaster Bar was on top! What was I suppose to do, ask for a step ladder? Please, Cassie, I have some amount of dignity left."

Trench Coat looked unimpressed.

"You're suppose to stop eating candy for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. For god's sake, Gabe, you're in dental college!" Sighing, he turned to Dean. "I apologize on the behalf of my brother. Please, allow me to help clean this up."

"No, no. It's not your fault." Dean took a moment to glare at Gabriel,"And besides, my boss wouldn't allow a customer to do any dirty work."

The man nodded in understanding. "Then let us get out of your hair immediately. Again, I'm sorry for the trouble." He turned and frowned at his brother. "Come along, Gabriel." With one last nod at Dean, he grabbed his brother's elbow and dragged him out of the store.

"But, but...my Nutt Blaster!" Dean heard Gabriel cry in the distance.

With weary look towards the mess on the floor, he started fixing the display.

Throughout the rest of the day, Dean had not idea why he couldn't get ocean blue eyes out of his mind.