A/N: So I somehow managed to not write something for approximately three weeks or something! O.o I'm really not sure how that happened. Must've fallen into a wormhole when I wasn't looking because I love writing and usually do it a lot... ANYways. Please come gimme a request for Valentine's Day! I love giving back to readers and so far only one person has actually come forward and asked for something. I'd really love to hear from y'all!
"Love nothing but that which comes to you woven in the pattern of your destiny. For what could more aptly fit your needs?" –Marcus Aurelius
Since the death of his mother Dean had never truly had the conviction to love another person. Sam had been the last one to ever gain that privilege and though he had always thought it would be more than enough for him, lately he had begun to question that. No matter how hard you pressured, you would never get him to admit this change had come about due to his meeting with the watchmaker's son, but in the privacy of his own mind it didn't seem like such a bad thought. Even if it did tend to scare the living daylights out of him.
He had been avoiding the part of the city where the workshop was located for nearly a week now and there was no denying the affect it had been having on his mood. He'd been working whatever overtime he could find, scraping and scrounging, being more diligent in his saving than he had been in a long time, and with any luck he would be able to pay back the blue-eyed boy after his shift tomorrow night. The very thought of seeing him, talking to him, perhaps finally finding out his name had Dean anxious and wide awake even in the dead of the night.
He'd made an excuse for Sam to work only a half day and leave for home early so that he might keep some semblance of his pride intact when he went calling to the north facing window which he now knew to be the only approach to the boy's room. He was eager to pay back his debt and perhaps meet the stranger he now came to think of as his very own 'angel in disguise' on equal terms. The promise of the new day had his heart leaping and as a result he had a constant feeling as though it was falling from great heights back into his chest and it left him breathing thinly. He had never before cared for the destiny Sam so believed in- from the pages of the fairy tales he hoarded in the decrepit city library, but tonight, tonight he could taste it.