Dean was in a very crowded place. People where everywhere you turned. Everything and everyone was black and white. It was as if all color was drained from the world. He pushed and snaked around the people but there was just more and more. He looked all around, and he couldn't recognize anyone. They where all strangers. He wanted so badly to get away, so he continued on, looking for an open space. Soon he seen something that stood out from the crowd, something with color. He walked closer and seen it was that man he had seen, the one who grabbed his hand. Walking faster, he gets to where the guy is. He was sitting on a bench, wearing the same clothing as he had seen him in before, red t-shirt under a black zip up sweater, and kinda baggy jeans. He looked at the man for a long time. Soon the man looked up into Deans eyes, green locking onto hazel. Dean could just sit and look into this strange mans green eyes all day, but he had questions, wanted answers. Walking forward, he sits on the bench beside the guy, and the mans gaze follows him. Turning so he was facing the man, he looks into his eyes again.

"Who are you?" Dean keeps his eyes locked on green eyes.

The man just smiled, laughed a little and shook his head at the same time, then looking back into Deans eyes.

"Wouldn't you like to know." he laughed again, and vanished.

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Dean woke up. ugh, just a dream. Getting out of bed, he walks down to the bathroom, grabs a towel and closes the door. Turning on the water, Dean hops into the nice hot shower. who is that guy?? he thinks to himself. I seen him yesterday, and now I'm dreaming about him? I'm such a weirdo. He took the soap and started to clean himself. I still don't get why I'm dreaming about a man I thought I saw, yes he was gorgeous...but he wasn't real. Dean got out of the shower, and wrapped the towel around his waist. Walking out of the bathroom, he heads to his room and tosses himself on his bed. Grabbing the CD players remote, he turns it on and then cranks the volume all the way up. Laying on the bed with his hands behind his head, legs crossed, and foot tapping the air, he closes his eyes. Lost in the music, he doesn't notice the two eyes looking at him. A few songs later and he gets the feeling like he's being watched. Opening his eyes, he looks around the room, only to see the man sitting there in his desk chair.

"Holy shit!" Dean yells, jumping a little.

The man just smiled at him. He didn't say anything, he didn't move at all either…he just stared at Dean, eyes shining. Getting up, he walks over to the man, just cause he wanted to know if the man was real, or just imaginary like he thinks he is. Bending over a little bit, he places his hand on the mans shoulder. Solid. He felt the fabric under his fingers, and the warmth it held. At that same moment, he felt as if he knew the man all his life, but he had just been away for a few years and he didn't recognize him at first glance…and then he felt a feeling that he had tossed away a long time ago, love. As he felt the emotion creep over him and embrace him, he took back his hand as if the guy before him had just burned him. As his hand lifted up, so did the feelings and thoughts, and left him confused.

"Dean."

Dean just froze. The mans voice…he knew it from somewhere. It held something that he couldn't put his finger on, and it bugged him. Just like when he touched the man. It all just made him even more confused. Looking into the mans eyes, he sees sadness in them, and at the same time the mans hand comes out and rests on his cheek.

"I know your name, you just have to remember mine." Just like that the man vanishes.

Dean sat down on the bed. He didn't know the man and he was suppose to try an remember his name? He was never told it in the first place! The man felt so real under his hand, but he just vanishes…just like that. How the man knew him or why the man was bothering him was beyond Dean. He sat there pondering, then gave up…he wasn't getting anywhere, only making himself more confused. Nothing was ever easy for Dean Winchester. Getting up he gets dressed and grabs a snack out of the fridge. After devouring the snack, he puts on his shoes and goes for a nice long walk, which clears his mind only a little bit at odd times. All he could think about was the guy and everything that has happened. Trying to remember a man you never knew was crazy, and yet he felt as if he knew the man already…every time he looked at him he made his heart burst with love, and recognition…but just as soon as he felt it, it disappeared. Dean walked and walked until the sky started to darken and the warm colors the sun left behind where the only things you could see in the sky. Walking up his street he slows down a bit, noticing how fast he was walking in the first place. Getting to the door, he opens it and closes it behind him, and then the all day walk came and slapped him. Groaning, he grabs a small thing to eat and drinks a nice cold bottle of beer before he slowly heads back to his room to sleep. Taking off his clothing, he slips into bed with nothing on at all. Just as he was ready to sleep he felt a pair of eyes on him. Sitting back up, he looks around, but no one is there. Sighing, he gets up and puts on his boxers, and sits on the edge of his bed, waiting for the feeling to go away because he just cant sleep with the feeling of being watched. Not long after he sits on the edge of the bed, that man appears out of the shadows of the room, he to only in boxers. Dean was amazed at the mans body. A golden glow that was god-like, he had the finest abs Dean had ever seen, a torso sculpted like a god itself, totally perfect in every way. The bottom of the mans abs showed the trail that lead to god-knows-what, the goodie trail. Is arms where just as fine as the rest of him, as well as his long, muscular legs, and Dean swore then that this man MUST be a god…had to be, because no one was this damn beautiful, this damn perfect. His skin held no flaws, not a scar, not anything. Before Dean lost himself, he shook his head and looked up to try and catch the mans eyes, the eyes that held every answer to every question he had, the eyes that made him remember something but not at the same time, the eyes that held love and longing, but also hurt and distance. As he thought, the man always kept his eyes locked on Deans, all the time, so when he went looking for the green eyes, he got them. Just at that moment the man moved closer, swaying his hips in a seductive manner, side to side in a hypnotic way. Dean followed every move the man made, because it would be so sad if he missed anything. Soon the man was so close there knees touched, and then soon he was startling Dean. Sighing in pure bliss, he closes his eyes as he feels his skin meet the mans. He puts his hands on the mans shoulders and lets them rest there. Opening them again, he looks the man in the eyes, only to find himself wanting to ask the one question he wanted the answer to bad to.

"What is your name?"

The man chuckles, and moves his face so close to Deans, that there lips almost ghost over one another. Smiling, he looks deep into Deans eyes.

"When the time is right, you will know, and when the time is right, you will come to me instead of me coming to you."

Confused flickered across Deans eyes, but soon left as he felt the mans lips press into his. Dean got lost in the moment as he felt something wash over him. Love washed over him, lust, need, and caring, as well as memories he never knew he had washed over him, and left just as fast. And as soon as it had begun, it was over. The warmth of the mans body on his was gone, the feeling of lips on lips was gone, and the confused twinkle was still left in his eyes as he fell back, and got lost in a world entirely his own.

A/N: Well there ya have it! Tis chappy one, and SHORT to but…I promise I will write a long one sooner or later, or your just gonna have to live with one short chapter at a time! Hehe. I've been reading more then writing…Sorry for the long wait of me posting this!