hey all! so i'm not sure how i feel about this work yet! it's been something i've been working on for a long time, but i'm not too sure if it's good enough to publish! regardless, i'm going to keep publishing chapters because why not? i am hoping that as i publish more my chapters will get longer, so bear with me until then! without further ado, chapter two!

Disclaimer : None of the characters associated with Supernatural are mine, I'm simply borrowing them for this story. All other characters, including Blaire are original and belong to me (or others if indicated!). Any names or places that I've come up with are also penned by me! This is my original work, please enjoy it but don't copy it & share as your own! thanks!

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. II .

The next morning was even colder. More people wore scarves and mittens. Dean sat very strategically in the café with a coffee on his table. He looked at his watch as he leaned back in the chair drinking his coffee. He looked around at the few people that were at the café this early in the morning. No people which he cared for, he just needed an answer from a certain blonde-haired bookstore girl.
He grinned when he saw her walking towards the café. Dean studied her carefully, watching the way she walked and swung her hips in just the right way. Wrapped up in a thick brown coat with a fluffy scarf wrapped around her neck, Dean watched her as she walked into the café rubbing her hands together as she headed to the counter.

Chuck, the barista looked up with a smile. "The usual?" he asked her as she got to the counter.

Blaire smiled and nodded. "Yeah." She said as she grabbed her wallet.

Chuck nodded as he went to make her coffee for her.

Blaire pulled out a bill as she waited for him.

"It's on the house." Chuck said to her as he handed her the cup.

Blaire looked at him with wide eyes. "What?" she asked him.

"It's on the house. Enjoy Blaire." Chuck said as she took the cup from him. She put the bill back in her pocket carefully.

"Thanks Chuck." She said as she turned to go sit in her usual spot.

Chuck smiled to himself as he went to clean up the back, knowing what laid in store for Blaire once she sat down at her usual table. Blaire headed to her table, stopping when she saw Dean sitting in her spot. He grinned when he saw her.

"Just the person I was hoping to see here." Dean said to her.

She looked at him. "You're in my spot," Blaire said to him.

He smiled at that. "Sweetheart I love it when you use that tone with me, but there are two spots at the table." He said to her.

Blaire groaned as she went to sit down on the other chair. "Are you stalking me?" she asked once she sat down, putting her bag by her feet.

"I wouldn't call it stalking, call it me being a smart businessman." Dean said to her.

Blaire let out a breath as she drank her coffee. "What do you want?" she asked, in the back of her mind she already had a good suspicion on what he wanted. And she didn't have an answer for him yet, as much as she needed a place, she couldn't just take up an offer from a man she didn't really know.

"You're looking for a place to rent out," he said to her, which she nodded. "And I have a place, I'm looking for a roommate."

"Right, and that's my problem how exactly?" Blaire asked him.

"Blaire don't you see? It's the perfect opportunity for me and you. Win-win for the both of us."

Blaire looked at him arching a brow. "I just met you yesterday, and you want me to move into your apartment? Just because you're looking for a new roommate?" she asked him. "Are you normal? We don't even know each other. Why would I ever say yes to that kind of arrangement?"

Dean nodded enthusiastically. "It's the perfect arrangement Blaire, we would both benefit from it." he told her with a slight grin.

"Are you out of your mind?" Blaire asked him.

"I'm not out of my mind. I just think it would be a good idea for a change." He said to her. "This way, Romeo will get off your back and you'll get an apartment to live in." He pointed out to her.

Blaire pursed her lips in thought as she considered it for a few minutes.

"So?" Dean asked her, tapping his fingers against the table anxiously to see what her response would be to his proposition. He wanted- no needed her to say yes to his offer. He needed someone to help him with the rent, but he also wanted to live with the cute bookstore girl.

"Why are you pushing for a roommate so bad?" she asked him curiously. "What happened to your last roommate?"

"My little brother moved out and I got lonely." Dean said with a shrug. "Simple as that. Plus, you're much cuter and more fun to be around than my brother."

"I'm sure Lisa could make you less lonely." Blaire pointed out to him as she swirled the coffee that was in her mug.

Dean made a face. "She's what we guys call one night stands." He said to her. "I'd never want to live with a girl I slept with. Too much drama. Gets too complicated."

Blaire considered that for a moment. "So theoretically if I say yes to this, would we have a set of rules?" she asked him, lifting a brow.

Dean looked at her with a smile. "Blaire, we can have whatever you'd like, if you say yes." He said to her. "Except cats, the guy that lives two doors down is allergic to cats."

Blaire smiled lightly at that. "I'll think about it, okay?" she said to him.

Dean pouted. "It's not that hard of a decision. Who would pass on a chance to move in with a pretty face like me?" he said to her.

Blaire let out a breath as she rubbed her mouth with her free hand. "After I'm done my coffee, I'll tell you if it's a yes or no." she bargained with him.

Dean's pout went away pretty quickly when she said that and he nodded. "Okay, deal." He said to her with a smile.

Blaire shook her head as she drank her coffee, slower than she had when she'd first sat down. Dean watched her carefully. Keeping the mug at her lips, it gave Blaire a chance to study Dean and his character, rather thoroughly. Tussled light short hair, fair complexion, and bright green eyes. Freckles dusted his cheeks and slight facial hair lined his jaw and neck. Barely noticeable to her the last time she saw him, but now that she took her time assessing him she had to say he wasn't such a bad looking guy. Most certainly not her type of course, but a handsome guy nonetheless. Her eyes scanned his facial features once more before she took a quick sweep on his arms and torso, or at least what she could see over the table.

"You done staring sweetheart?" Dean asked her with a smirk on his features.

Blaire looked at him with an unamused look. "I wasn't staring, I was trying to figure out if you were capable of kidnapping or murder." She said to him with a smirk on her own features.

Dean looked at her, faking offended. "You wound me Blaire." He teased her with a smile. "Plus if I was capable of either of those, I wouldn't be asking you nicely to move in with me."

"Oh yeah?" she asked him, slight amusement lining her features.

"Yes, you do and the only way you can fix it is if you say yes to being my new roommate." He said to her with a big smile.

Blaire looked at him. "Has anyone ever told you how persistent you are?" she asked him.

"Everyone says I get it from my mom. Said she was more stubborn than a mule." Dean said to her with a smirk. He wouldn't mention that his brother used to say the same thing about him. She didn't want to know about his little brother, and he wasn't going to open that wound again.

Blaire shook her head lightly as she finished her coffee, glancing at her watch quickly. "I've got to get to work." She said as she stood from the table. Blaire grabbed her bag from under the table and her coffee cup. Dean stood with her as she walked to the counter, dropping off the empty mug before heading to the door.

He followed her with a smile on his face. "So that's a yes?" Dean asked her.

Blaire let out a breath. "Fine." She said carefully.

"Sweet, you're so going to love the –" he started.

"But," she said to him. "We're going to come up with rules if I'm going to be your roommate," Blaire said as she opened the door, stepping out onto the sidewalk. Dean followed her out as the pair walked to the light to cross the street.

"I like rules." Dean said to her with a smile. "I really like rules."

Blaire looked at him and shook her head. "Yeah, these rules are ones you can't break though." She said to him. "You'd have to follow these rules to an utter T, you understand?"

Dean chuckled. "I'm not the rebel against the rules type." He said to her. "Especialy if you're making the rules."

She shook her head. "Yeah, no kidding."

He smiled as they walked across the street together. Blaire tucked her hands in her pockets as they walked towards the bookstore.

"Do the rules include me walking you to work every day?" Dean asked her curiously. "Because I can, I don't do much in the afternoon anyway. And I'd love to walk you to work every day, we could get coffee and – "

"Dean, this is just a temporary arrangement. Just until I get up on my feet. I'll get the job at Toronto Life and then I'll be out of your apartment and it can go back to being your bachelor pad." She said to him. "You don't have to feel obligated to walk me to work every day. I can do that on my own."

Dean looked at her. He smiled. "I like walking you to work, gives me some sort of purpose. Instead of sitting around my apartment until I have to go to work." He said to her. "So, coffee for nine every morning. You start at noon and you end at?"

"We close at four." Blaire said to him reluctantly as they walked down the street, bookstore now in view. She didn't know why she was telling him all this about her work, or why she was giving him the opportunity to walk her to work at all. She could go to work on her own, and Blaire most certainly didn't need Dean to walk her every day.

"Perfect." Dean said to her. "I don't start until eight. So, we can grab something when you get back and before I leave."

Blaire looked at him. "What exactly do you do?" she asked him. He knew more about her than she knew about him, and frankly Blaire wanted to know what kind of person she was going to be temporarily living with.

Dean grinned. "I'm glad you asked. I'm sort of a musician and an entrepreneur. Get all sorts of gigs around town. Got an album in the process right now." He said to her with a smile. "I do it all sweetheart."

Blaire pursed her lips at that. Her features wouldn't show she was impressed but surprisingly she was. "Cool." Was all she managed to say as they stopped in front of the bookstore.

"Oh yeah." He said to her with a smile. "Really cool, maybe you could listen to our music one of these days. We could give you a live and very personal show."

Blaire laughed slightly as she nodded. She looked over at the book store. "This is me." she said to him.

Dean nodded. "Yeah it sure is." He said with a smile. "So, I'll be here at four." He reminded her.

Blaire nodded. "At four." She said to him.

Dean smiled at her. He pulled his phone out of his pocket. "I don't have your number." He said to her. Dean knew that he'd left his number with her the other day, but she never called so he never got her number. "So, I can spam you with messages throughout the day. One of my buddies showed me how to send gifs, and I got to tell you Blaire, they're so cute and fun."

Blaire looked at him. "Oh, right." She said as she took the phone from him, typing in her number quickly as she sent a text to herself. "There you go." She said as she handed the phone back to him. "Please, no gifs okay? This is just in case of emergencies."

He smiled as he pocketed the phone. "See you at four roomies." He said to her as he turned and headed down the street.

Blaire nodded as she watched him go, unsure of what had happened just in the last hour of her morning. Perhaps she was just dreaming and she'd wake up now. She shook her head, she wouldn't be dreaming of Dean. No way. Blaire looked around, flushing pink slightly at the thought of even thinking about dreaming of Dean, before heading into the bookstore for her shift. Blaire would never dream about Dean, she barely knew who he was. It had to have been his green eyes and dazzling smile, there was no other explanation as to why she felt that way about a guy she'd just met. Her eyes widened, did she really just think about his smile as dazzling? She barely knew the guy and she was actually agreeing to move in with him. Her parents would have smacked her six ways to Sunday if they ever found out about this. What had she gotten herself into?