"Ow! Motherf***er!" Yelled Dean, whipping his head around, trying to find the thing that had hit him in the head. Several mothers and children glared at him.
There was a distant "F**k! S**t Sorry!" from somewhere but he couldn't tell where from.
He found the thing that had hit him in the head, a tattered black Converse with an embroidered pair of white wings on the side. Laces with patterns of piano keys trailed from it.
Dean glanced around again and realised he was right underneath the Smiler ride at Alton Towers. Great, now he had to find the idiot with no shoe.
He tucked the shoe away in his pocket, and waited for the stream of green-faced people to descend the ride.
As they poured out, he saw a dark-haired man limping over the gravel the designers had kindly added.
Dean pushed through the crowd and ended up at the man's side. A red-haired woman next to the man looked at him strangely.
Glancing down at the man's feet, he checked the shoes matched. It would be embarrassing if he tried to give some guy a shoe.
He looked up at the man, only to find deep blue eyes already locked on him.
"Um, hi?" the man said in a deep baritone. Dean realised that he was blocking the man's way.
Dean dug in his pocket for the shoe.
Holding it out tentatively, he smiled awkwardly.
"Is this your shoe?" He asked.
The man reached for it.
"Sorry..."
"No worries. Just do up your laces next time 'cuz that hurt like a bitch."
"Oh, damn... I'm Castiel by the way."
"Dean. Nice to meet you."
"And you. I apologize on my shoe's behalf."
"I accept your apology. Do you-"
"Dean!" Yelled a teenager, appearing out of the crowd and tugging at the man's arm.
Dean looked down, startled.
"Sammy, gimme a minute..."
"No! Dean, Adam's had another reaction! He ate chestnuts!"
"Oh for God's sake... Bye, Castiel."
"Do you want to go for coffee sometime?"
"I'll meet you at the cafe here at 4?"
"Got it."
And the smaller boy tugged the man of Castiel's dreams away, leaving him with a smirking Charlie.
"Score, Cassie."
"Chestnuts? Who the heck brought him chestnuts?"
"It was an accident!"
WILL THERE EVER BE A TIME WHEN I DO NOT WRITE THESE AT ELEVEN O CLOCK AT NIGHT? THIS IS RIDICULOUS!
But hey, new chapter.
Have a great week.
Fez.
