Dean served yet another group of giggling college girls their drinks before moving to wipe down another section of the bar. As much as he would usually flirt and wink at them, he just wasn't feeling it tonight. Maybe it was that vegetable crap that Sam had made for breakfast; sure, it was healthy, but Dean needed his bacon.
Dean glanced over as he heard a rapping on the bar, seeing Gabriel, one of the new regulars, grinning at him. With darker blonde hair, golden eyes, and an irrepressible sense of humor, he was considered a catch, but Dean wasn't interested. Gabe was too loud for his tastes; he'd prefer someone calmer. And taller. Next to Gabriel was another man that made Dean pause. The man was looking down, rubbing his arm, but Dean could see a lithe body that looked like a runner or swimmer's build, as well as dark brown, possibly black, messy hair that looked like someone had just run their fingers through it. Dean wouldn't mind being that someone...
"Heya Dean-o!", Gabriel called, still smiling.
Dean smiled back and moved in front of them, hoping that he hadn't noticed Dean checking out Gabe's possible boyfriend
"What'll it be, Gabe? Another fruity cocktail that's too sweet for any normal person to drink?", Dean asked with an edge of laughter. The first time he had come in, he was absolutely floored by just how sweet Gabe wanted his drinks, but after the first few visits it had become a bit of a joke between them.
"You know me, Dean, the sweeter the better!", Gabriel said, winking exaggeratedly. Dean rolled his eyes and chuckled before glancing over at the man he had been trying not to stare at the entire time.
"If you're sure, man. What about your friend here?", he asked, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.
The man slowly looked up, eyes raking over Dean's body until they reached his eyes. Holy hell, those eyes. Dean had never seen such a pure blue, the color shifting and changing as the man did, never staying the same shade for long. Dean stared him, the man staring right back. He was slightly tan, with strong, masculine features and a shadow of stubble. Dean hoped to god that he wasn't Gabriel's boyfriend.
As they stared, Dean started growing amused at just how long this man was staring. Surely he should have blinked by now? Then the man cocked his head to the side, narrowing his unbelievable eyes. Dean nearly choked at how cute that head tilt was. The man's eyes widened, as if he had realized something, and he glanced down at himself.
Dean glanced down as well, having to force himself to use almost all of his self control not to reach out and hug the man once he realized how adorable he was in a Star Wars t-shirt.