Torn
AU: When Dean met Castiel he felt something. But when Castiels life is on the line, is Dean willing to give up everything for a total stranger?
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters (last time I checked, I'm not Eric Kripke) and I earn no money from this.
Dean caught himself staring at the man again, and forced his eyes back to his coffee. He stared into the murky depths, wondering what it was about this man that he found so attractive. His dark, tousled hair, his surprisingly blue eyes, or maybe the tan trench coat which was draped around his shoulders.
Dean inwardly cursed himself. He was straight, for Gods sake, he had been with plenty of women, but now he found himself gawking at this total stranger. This male stranger. He found himself looking again, and to his hearts despair, the man turned around and caught sight of Dean.
Damn, thought Dean. Now he thinks I'm a creep. Way to go, idiot.
He instantly looked away, but in his peripheral vision he saw the man walking over to him. He flushed to the roots of his hair when he heard a deep voice near him.
'Castiel Novak,' said the voice, and the man stuck out his hand. Hesitantly, Dean shook it, his gaze still averted from the mans face.
'Dean Winchester,' he muttered.
The man, Castiel, sat down opposite Dean, his blue eyes never leaving Deans face, only making him blush more.
'So,' began Dean awkwardly. He finally stole a glance at Castiel, and his breath hitched in his throat as his sparkling blue eyes pierced him. He left the sentence hanging, not able to drop his gaze.
Castiel smirked.
Son of a bitch, thought Dean. Look at him, all smug and goddam beautiful. Why the fuck am I thinking this? I'm not fucking gay.
'You were looking at me,' said Castiel in his throaty voice that Dean felt he could listen to forever. 'Or should I say, admiring.' He flashed a grin at Dean and stretched back in his seat.
'Listen,' said Dean, steeling himself. 'I wasn't checking you out, if that's what you're implying. I'm not gay.' He ended slightly quietly, as if his subconscious doubted it.
Dean thought he caught a glimpse of disappointment pass over his face, but it was quickly replace with that same, easy smile
'Well, if that's the case, I'd better be heading off.' Castiel said, getting up to go. Dean instantly found himself regretting his words and stood up with him.
Clearing his throat he said,
'Can I have your number?' Castiel looked taken aback but happy nonetheless and hastily scribbled down a number on a stray napkin.
Giving Dean one more grin, he headed for the door. Without even thinking, Dean slapped down a handful of coins on the table, and followed Castiel.
He caught sight of the tan trench coat just ahead of him crossing the road, and, on hearing the closing café door, Castiel turned around. He saw Dean looking at him, and feeling flattered at the attention raised his hand to wave.
WHAM. It happened in a matter of seconds and a blur of colour. One moment Castiel had been standing in the road, waving calmly at Dean, and the next he was lying in a heap on the pavement.