The man coughed slightly, indicating again to the chair opposite Sam. But Sam was still incapable of speaking so he simply nodded his head a little, still in shock about what he saw before him. The man sat down, either not noticing or completely ignoring Sam's bewildered stare. He had so many questions he needed to ask but no way to ask them. Sam didn't even know if this man had any knowledge that he had been the centre of his life for longer than he cared to think about. But if was definitely him, Sam was sure of that. Not only did it look like him but he just seemed the same. He was exactly how Sam imagined he would be.

"You gonna drink that coffee before it gets cold?" Sam looked up at the man opposite him and almost burst out laughing, he even sounded the way he had imagined; weighted and rough but with a touch of something softer underneath. Finally, Sam regained control of his body and smiled slightly before taking another sip of his coffee and then looking back up.

"Sam," he said smiling.

"Dean" the man replied, smiling too. Dean, the name suited him. It was all so surreal. Sam had created so many elaborate scenes in his head about how he would meet this unsuspecting man. But never had it occurred to him that the one thing that had dominated his life could be changed completely so quickly. He had so many questions, so many things he needed to say but even if they had until the end of the universe there would not be enough time to say it all. So, instead Sam sat quietly drinking his almost cold coffee and staring out the window. But then something happened that Sam could only call a miracle.

"How's it going?"

Sam's head flicked up the see Dean still smiling at him across the table, hands curled around his own cup of coffee.

"What?" Sam blinked in shock.

"Hey, just trying to start a friendly conversation here" Dean replied in mock offence. Sam smiled and no matter how much he would deny it later, a small blush brushed across his cheeks.

"Oh the usual, stuck in a job to nowhere and a complete lack of inspiration to do something with the hundreds of blank canvases piling up in my study. How about you?" Sam smiled as Dean chuckled at his response before replying.

"Oh the usual, boyfriend left me to stay close to his family, Dad's disappeared without a trace, and I'm half way down the road to nowhere"

"S-Sorry about your boyfriend" Sam stuttered out awkwardly, but Dean didn't seem to mind.

"Nah, it's alright. It wasn't really working between us. His family is like super traditional and I guess they didn't approve of me or whatever. But I'm fine, I don't think he was the one anyway" Dean sighed before a silence fell over the two of them. Sam was about to break the silence, feeling the need to say something even though he had no idea what to say, but Dean beat him to it.

"So, what about you? Have you got anyone?"

A million things sped through Sams mind, his heart screaming at him so loud he was sure the whole world could hear it. There was so much for him to say, but with absolutely no way to say any of it. So, Sam simply sighed.

"Just looking for the right guy"

'And I've finally found him' Sam desperately wanted to add.

Dean smiled. It was a half sympathetic and half mischievous smile that made the hair on the back of Sam's neck stand on edge. Before he knew what had happened, Sam found a slip of paper pressed into his hand. Uncurling it slightly, he saw that there was a number written on it. With his blush out in full force, Sam glanced a look back up at Dean once more. The other said nothing but smiled and winked at him before taking another sip of his coffee.

"Just a little token of friendship" Dean smirked at Sam's ever-growing smile. Without a word, Sam slipped the paper into his pocket. He was desperate to tell Dean everything, he wanted him to know just how much he meant to him even though they had only just officially met. But it was obvious that the man had no idea his image had been whirling in Sam's head for God knows how long now.

"Is everything okay?" Dean suddenly asked, causing Sam to snap back out of his thoughts. Without being able to find the words to speak, Sam nodded. But apparently, Dean wasn't convinced.

"You just seem kind of tense" slowly, Dean slid his hand across the table until it rested on top of Sam's hand. Sam looked up into bright green eyes and that was the moment he just could not take it anymore.

"You are the man I've been looking for months. We have never met before but images of you have been flying around my head for longer than I would care to think about"

Dean raised an eyebrow but his hand did not move, which Sam was quite surprised at.

"All I've been able to think about is you. I've painted your face over and over again. I didn't even think you were real! But here I am, sat in the diner in the middle of nowhere with you in front of me and I don't know what to do. But you must feel it too right?"

Dean's hand did slowly start to pull away but Sam was too caught up to notice.

"Come on! You must sense it. This place is empty but you still chose to sit with me. Why? You know why. We're being drawn together, we must be. This must be destiny or something"

"Okay, dude... I have no idea what the hell you're talking about"

"Don't you see? It's like we were born to be together or something!"

Dean stood up and backed away from Sam a little but Sam simply stood up with him.

"Seriously, I have no idea what you're talking about. How about you just let me leave now?"

"No! I can't let you leave. I just found you, I can't lose you again" Sam reached out but Dean shoved his hand away.

"Look just leave me alone!" Dean half shouted before pushing his way past Sam and out the door. Sam stood frozen, staring at the swinging door.

What have I done?...