A/N: Hey there guys! So this chapter contains a POV change (just as slight warning so that you wont be confused)

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He looked around in the club, the colourful lights threw spots of red, orange and yellow onto the walls. It held up the whole 'summer in spain' theme, he liked it. With long steps he made his way towards the bar, approaching a stool in front of the counter. The bartender was a beautiful woman, her skin was well tanned and her black hair fell over her shoulder in shiny waves, you could say that she looked the way you imagine a woman from spain. She gave him a warm and welcoming smile as he sat down. He returned the smile before leaning in a little so that she could hear him over the loud music.

"Un cerveza por favor!", he yelled. He barely spoke spanish but he did know how to order a beer.

She nodded "Sí, un momento!", with another smile she turned away to get him a beer. He was still waiting for his drink when someone sat down next to him. He turned his head to look at whoever it was.

It was a man with messy black hair, slightly tanned skin and bright blue eyes that where laying on him with a mischievious spark in them. He was in fact beautiful, there was no need to deny that he felt attracted to him right away. He smiled at the stranger.

"Hey!", the man yelled.

"Hey.", he answered. The stranger looked him up, his smile only growing wider. The man didn't look away, his blue eyes fixed on him for like an eternity now. Even after the bartender had brought the beer the man didn't stop to stare at him. He couldn't help but grin. "What?"

The man chuckled lightly. "Nothing I was just thinking about if it hurt when you fell from heaven?"

He laughed and took a sip of his beer. "No, not actually, but I cracked a nail when I craweled out of hell."

The other man threw his head back in laughter, his closed eyes crinkled a little and god damn it if that wasn't one of the most beautiful things that he had ever seen.

"Wow, best answer to that line I've ever recieved. Congrats!", the man said, a bright smile still lingering on his lips. "Jimmy Novak."

He grinned "Dean, Dean Winchester."

Dean shut the door closed behind him, feeling how all of the tears that he had held back for too long started to stream down his face. He ignored his brother who asked how it was from out of the living room, he just climbed the stairs and stormed into his room. He made sure that the door was locked so that Sam wouldn't walk in on him crying. The last thing he wanted was that his little brother saw how weak he was. He usually wasn't crying, he was a person that hid his feelings. He liked to keep other people thinking that he didn't have Feelings at all, he didn't want to seem weak.

As soon as he was sure that no one would see him, he collapsed to the floor, letting out a desperate sob.

Jimmy was dead, the man he loved and the man he had been waiting for a whole year was dead. He let the emotions run free and felt how the waves of pain crushed against him, tearing him apart. He curled up on the floor, pulling his knees onto his chest and wrapping his arms around them to keep himself together. He cried, sobbed and yelled. After a while he stopped, his throat was sore and his eyes burned, he started to drift off into memories that had been lingering in the back of his mind for bad days...

They were stroling down the pier, holding hands and looking up into the night sky. The stars were beautiful in the way they lightened the sky of dark blue up a bit. Dean looked at the silhouette of the man next to him. It was to dark to see it, but he could somehow sense that Jimmy was smiling and this was a fact that made him smile too.

He would never actually admit it but he fell in love, he fell fast and hard. It hadn't even taken a week. He knew that there was something about Jimmy that would be the death of him ever since he came up in that club with one of the most boring pick-up lines ever. Now there they were walking down a pier, looking at the stars, holding hands and smiling like stupid idiots.

They had reached the end of the pier and sat down on the edge of the wooden planks letting their feet dangle into the air above the curling water. Dean felt Jimmys gaze on him, he felt how the blue eyes of his followed even the slightest movement. Dean turned his head to lock eyes with him and the world stopped spinning for a second or two. He felt how one of Jimmys hands cupped his cheeks, his thumb drawing small circles onto the soft skin of his.

Dean leaned into Jimmys hand and closed his eyes, letting this enchanting feeling run through his veins.

"Dean?"

He opened his eyes and saw the slight spark of light that Jimmys eyes always carried with them. "Yes?"

"I love you."

Deans heart started racing while his mind blanked out completely. He blinked a few times, the things he wanted to say got stuck in his throat together with his breath.

"Say something, please.", Jimmy said when Dean hadn't replied in a while. His voice was just a whisper but Dean heard the fear in it, the fear of Dean not feeling the same way. It was just to good to be true. He knew that he wasn't the guy that killed the bad guy and got the girl, he was the guy that got shot in the first five minutes of the movie because fate hates him. Fate is such a bitch.

Everytime something good happened to him it was taken away, and god damn it, he didn't want this to end.

Dean cupped Jimmys face with both of his hands and pulled him into a kiss. Jimmy put his hand into Deans neck, drawing him closer. The kiss was slow and soft, comforting for both of them. Dean pulled away, slightly panting, and leaned his forehead onto Jimmy's. Taking his hands into his own and holding onto them tight to make sure that Jimmy was there and wouldn't leave him.

"I love you too Jimmy."

Dean was still laying on the floor, concentrating on his breath, his chest raising and fallin far to fast. Sam had been trying to get through to him a few times, but the door was still closed and it would stay closed.

He was breathing heavily, the tears had faded long ago. He was past crying. Now he was thinking - wich was even worse.

He was thinking about the pier, the night sky and about fate. He had been more than right, fate really was a bitch. Fate made him meet Jimmy, it made him fall in love, made him wait one year for someone that would never come. And now this slut killed him. Fate killed the first true love in his life. It wasn't fair.

Not fair.

It was just then when he realised that he had been thinking about Jimmy this whole year but obviously no one had been thinking about him. What if Jimmy didn't mean it when he said that he loved him? He never called or wrote him, no letter, no E-Mail not even a SMS. He wouldn't even know that he was dead if that ... whoever he was hadn't came here to tell him about it. No one had ever called, not even Gabriel. It was like someone had stabbed him and now turned around the knife in his chest. No one had thought about him. No one.

Except...

He still didn't know his name. Dean sat up a little. He hadn't thought about it, but how bad must this guy feel? Sure he hadn't told him that he wasn't Jimmy - and that was really an asshole move - but Dean had yelled at him even though this guy was the only one who had thought of him, and he didn't even know Dean.

Hadn't he said that he was Jimmys twin or something like that...?

Dean swallowed hard. Shit.

He quickly got up from the floor, unlocked the door and ran down the stairs.

"Dean? Dean! Hey! What the hell happened?! Are you okay?!", Sam was waiting in the hallway, a big frown plastered on his face. Dean didn't even look at him when he grabbed his keys and opened the front door. He didn't want Sam to see Deans still swollen eyes.

"Yeah... yeah I'm fine just need to go for a ride ...", he said and held up the car keys before leaving the house and slamming the door shut.

"Promise me that you'll call.", Dean said, still not willing to let go of Jimmy.

The other man smiled brightly. "I'll call every day. Now go or you'll miss the plane!"

Dean chuckled and leaned in to kiss the slightly smaller man goodbye. It was supposed to be a short kiss but it turned out to be a little more intense in the end. After a while Jimmy pulled away, smiling broadly - even if it didn't quite reach his eyes. Dean smiled back, but felt how his eyes started to burn. He didn't want to leave, but their plane wouldn't wait.

A little unwilling Dean let go of Jimmy and turned around to get Sam but it looked like he didn't want to leave either. His younger brother had pushed Gabriel against a wall and the smaller man had pulled him down. Now they were making out like some teenagers in those chick-flick movies.

Dean grimaced. "Guys, you're disgusting! Now get your hands off of my brother Gabriel and Sammy," He took his bag and nodded towards the taxi, "get in the car."

Jimmy laughed and with a small groan Sam and Gabriel let go of eachother. Dean quickly hugged Jimmy before getting into the taxi. Sam soon got in next to him on the backseat and waved at Gabe and Jimmy.

When they drove away Dean allowed himself to let the tears in his eyes run down his cheeks. He took out his wallet and looked at the picture of Jimmy and him that he had taken a few days ago, Jimmy had a copy of it too.

"Dean? Are you crying?"

"No."

He shoved the memory aside quickly. He was driving around the town in Baby, hoping that he'd find the man he was looking for. It was a small town, but there was still a chance that he wouldn't find him. And it didn't look good. He was driving around the town for half an hour now.

He was about to give up, when he drove down the street towards the old train station and saw a familiar dark mess of hair. He drove faster without noticing it and came to stop a few feet in front of him. He quickly jumped out of the car and turned towards the man that was walking upto him.

He stared into deep blue eyes that were wide in shock.

"Hey", Dean said quietly.

"Hey", the stranger whispered back.