Sadly, I don't own any of the rights to Supernatural. This story is based on and inspired by this YouTube video: watch?v=b1RStyoJ5AM. For the purpose of this AU let's just pretend that Sam can draw, okay? Enjoy!

Perfect green eyes gleaming in the sunlight. Strong jaw and pink tinted lips curl into a gentle smile. His head tilts back slightly and his lips part to let out a silent laugh. If that laugh could ever be heard, it would sound like a hundred angels singing together in perfect harmony. Those grass green eyes gaze out and up to the sky. Then they turn to look at me. They're so beautiful I inhale sharply and-

Sam jolted awake. His body bolted upright and hazel eyes swept his surroundings. No green eyes, no angelic laughs... it had only been a dream, again. His eyes scanned over the barely furnished room; only a small desk with a chair, an old armchair in the corner, a few of his own paintings hung along the walls, and the bed he was sitting in. Nothing had changed; it was still the same ordinary day life he had always had. 'Day life' because that was when everything was normal. But that all changed when Sam fell asleep; when Sam dreamed.

It had all started a few months back. In fact, it had started the exact same day he met Jess. Jessica Moore was a girl he had met the first day she had started work at the same local bar as him. Sam had been there for a few weeks more than her, so he was elected to show her the ropes (because no one likes teaching trainees no matter what business you're in). She was kind, funny, and had that sense of cherishing love about her. They had quickly become friends but, despite her regular moves on him, they had never become anything more. Sam liked the girl, he really did, but he just knew she wasn't the one for him. Sam was waiting; he had no idea for who or for how long but he would wait until the right person had come along. And that person had come along, in a sense. The dreams he kept having, they were always the same. They would show him a man; a wonderful, perfect man. He had bright green eyes and dark, sandy hair. Everything from the length of his eyelashes down to the colour of his boots was perfect. Sometimes the dreams would show him walking alone down a deserted road or looking up towards the sky; sometimes the man of dreams was just standing and looking straight back at Sam. But that was the problem. This man only appeared in his dreams; in his mind at night. Sam had no idea who he was, where he lived, what his name was, how he had come to be in his head... he didn't even know if he was real.

Sam's eyes scanned the room one final time before rolling his body out of bed and trudging towards the bathroom. It was still dark outside but he knew there was no chance of him getting back to sleep now. On his way, he paused to look at the blank piles of canvas staring at him before sighing and continuing forward. Sam loved painting; it was his true passion, the one thing he really wanted to make a job from. But recently, he had found he had absolutely zero inspiration. Well, that was a lie. He did have inspiration. But only from one thing; the same thing that had been his only motivation to paint in months- his mystery dream man. Every time he woke up from a dream, that would be what he would draw. His study was where Sam preferred to paint and the only thing in the study at the moment was canvas upon canvas of different angles and sizes of this unknown man. But it wasn't like he had an obsession... was it?

After Sam had showered and dressed, he dared a glance over at the clock on the coffee table. The numbers 6:39 glowed green in the low lighting of dawn. His sigh echoed slightly in the empty room as Sam shuffled back to his bedroom and flopped down on his back on the bed. He stared up at the ceiling, tracing patterns with his eyes. And slowly, Sam Winchester fell back into the same train thought he always did when he was alone.

Who was that man?

Would they ever meet?

Was he the one?

And the most prominent question of them all;

Was he even real?