Dean sat in his favorite coffee shop, The Brew. Usually, he sat with his girlfriend, Lisa, but today was a rather gloomy day for him. The previous day, she broke up with him. He should've seen it coming; they had absolutely nothing in common.

He knew it was his fault that Lisa left. Because he was a hipster. He never really used the word, but that's what he was. And as he wallowed in self pity, he glanced over to a table to his left, and saw a boy with dark hair using his laptop.

Perhaps there was something about his black T-shirt with a white cat wearing glasses, or his little grey beanie with dark hair sticking out of the woven gaps, or the big black horn rimmed glasses that matched Dean's fake pair (which he wore because he could), but he was for some reason intrigued. And when the boy looked up from his laptop, seeming to know that Dean was watching him, he was entranced by the bluest eyes.

When they made eye contact, Dean quickly looked away, blushing a light shade of pink. This always happened to him. He would notice a cute girl or boy, and they would catch him staring and he would get all blushy and embarrassed. He was openly pan, so he noticed guys as well as girls. But he wasn't so open about being asexual.

He never liked to bring it up when he was romantically involved with someone, since they would probably judge him for not wanting to have sex. Being repulsed by it in fact. He dated a lot of promiscuous girls, and he knew that all guys think about is sex, so he usually kept it to himself.

He discreetly looked back over at the blue eyed boy, seeing a small smile on his lips. He returned the smile, still feeling embarrassed. He was quite prone to making a fool of himself, and it's always made him feel a little insecure, so he was glad this boy was smiling. That was usually a good sign.

Should he go and talk to him? No, of course not. That was the dumbest thing he could possibly do. Why would this beautiful blue eyed boy ever want to talk to him? He was too good for a guy like Dean, this was obvious with a single glance. But Dean would love to talk to him. Something told him he would be interested in a conversation with him.

No. This boy would never want to talk to him. This thought darted through Dean's mind just as the blue eyed boy closed his laptop and got up, approaching Dean's table.

What? Why? How? Dean was incapable of comprehending this. The cute boy was walking right up to him. Why?

The boy sat in front of him. "Hi," He greeted. "You look like you could use cheering up."

Dean chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. "R-really? I - I do?"

"Yeah. So, did something happen recently? Something... bad?"

He reluctantly nodded. "Emphasis on bad. My girlfriend, Lisa, she... she broke up with me yesterday."

The boy took on a sympathetic look. "Sorry to hear that. Don't worry, though. She doesn't deserve you."

"What makes you say that? You don't know me."

A smile played at the boy's lips. "I know because instead of telling me to piss off, you've nobly decided to have a conversation with me. That's a rare case, believe me."

Dean found this hard to believe. "That can't be. I'm sure plenty of people would love to talk to you."

The boy chuckled. "Well, clearly we've never met. I'm Castiel. And you are?"

"Uh, Dean. I'm Dean. Nice to meet you, Castiel."

Castiel smiled warmly, showing off his dimples. "The feeling's mutual, Dean."

Dean was already liking this Castiel. He seemed like a really nice guy. That was all Dean wanted from a guy, or a girl; sincerity. He hated posers. "So... if you don't mind my asking, what was it you were doing on your laptop? You just seemed so laser focused."

"I was actually writing a screenplay." He replied, almost shyly, as though he were embarrassed by this.

"Really? That's cool. What's it about?"

He blushed slightly, a small grin at his lips. "It's about this girl who lives in a horrible family. Her mom hates her, her sister makes fun of her and gets her in trouble, and it's all just really bad. And one day, she was with her friend walking in the woods, when she finds a necklace. But the necklace is cursed. Whoever wears it has their soul split in two, forming a new person who is 'perfect'." He blushed even darker, clearly embarrassed. "I'm still working out all the details and stuff, I - I doubt anyone would even watch the finished movie anyway."

"I'd watch it. It sounds awesome." Dean gave a smile, impressed by Castiel's creativity.

Castiel blushed even more, if that was possible. "You don't have to. I mean, I'm not even finished writing the script yet, and when I do finish it, I'll have to edit and stuff, and it's a long process. Honestly, it'll take forever. Then I've got school coming up, which means I'll have even less time to work on it."

"School, huh? You go to college around here?"

"Yeah. Braxton University. What about you?"

"Same here. I'm about to endure my last year."

"Lucky. I still have two years to go. One of these days, I swear I'm gonna drop out."

Dean grinned, understanding what he meant. "Yeah, I hear that. I thought about quitting last year, but I thought to myself, 'Would I rather have a high paying job and a nice house to live in, or wind up a dropout with six bucks to his name?' So, yeah, I'll push through another year."

Castiel chuckled at that. "So what're you majoring in?"

"Animal care. I'm gonna be a vet, as lame as it might sound."

"That's not lame. I love animals. I'm gonna major in interior design. Now that is lame."

Dean scoffed. "Lame? Interior design specialists are the people who save us from interior disasters."

"And vets save the lives of animals. You call that lame? That's heroic, my friend."

They both stopped and smiled at each other. "We're arguing over whose future job is lamer right now, aren't we?" Dean asked.

"I believe so. And I also believe that I've won."

"Ha! As if!"

Castiel laughed quietly, causing Dean to smile. He didn't need Lisa. He was perfectly happy with Castiel, who he could laugh with. Besides, all Lisa wanted to do was gossip and have sex. Of course, she had no idea that Dean was asexual. He never wanted to have that conversation with anyone, especially someone he was involved with.

"So, Mr. Future Vet, got any pets?" Castiel asked.

Dean grinned, remembering his little companion. "Yeah, I've got a little mouth to feed. Just promise you won't laugh."

He was intrigued now. "Cross my heart."

Dean was reluctant, but he told Castiel about his "pet". "I have a pet... squirrel monkey."

Castiel smiled at this. "Really?"

"Yep. What can I say? Dogs are too mainstream." He grinned.

"That's... awesome." He chuckled.

"His name is Misha. I got him from a friend about ten years ago when he was a baby. We've gotten pretty close over the years."

"That's so awesome, I'm jealous." He smiled.

Dean retuned the smile, glad that Castiel didn't hate on him for having a monkey. Lisa certainly did, for some reason, and refused to go to his house because of it. He really was better off without her, he began to realize as he and Castiel conversed.

"What about you? Any pets?"

"Just my hedgehog, Moon, and my guinea pig, Tuesday. I should not be allowed to name my own children in the future."

Dean smiled at the joke. "I'd love to have a hedgehog! I've just never been sure how to handle one, y'know? With all the little spikes?"

"It's pretty easy once you get used to it. I could always teach you sometime. Maybe you could come by my place? I mean, if that's not too much to ask. I mean, we just met, and I'm already inviting you over to my house. It's a little house though. My foster parents are paying for it until I get out of college. Sorry, am I babbling? In high school, everyone called me Brooke because I babbled like one. Even though it's a girl name, which wasn't very nice, I guess." He sighed, realizing he was still talking. "I'm sorry."

Dean grinned, finding his rambling kind of cute. "Don't be, you're fine. It's endearing. And I'd love to come by your place sometime."

Castiel cleared his throat, trying to stop his blushing. "Alright. Sounds good. When are you free?"

At that moment, Dean cleared his calendar. "How about tonight at seven? Unless it's too last minute."

"No, that's fine. I'll just need a head start on making my house not look like a destruction zone." He chuckled.

Dean grinned. "Yeah, I definitely get that. You should see my place. Hurricane Katrina has more organization than I do." He joked, Castiel laughing.

"And I would love to meet little Misha sometime. I've never met a monkey before, so I could cross that off my bucket list."

"Alright, then. It's a date." He quickly backed out of that statement. "I - I mean, not like a date, it's a... it's a scheduled meeting. For tonight. At seven." He cleared his throat. Smooth.

Cas smiled as he blushed darkly. "Yes, a scheduled meeting. Can't wait." He looked at his watch and realized it was almost 3:30. "Oh, I should get going. I have a 'scheduled meeting' of my own." He packed his laptop into his satchel, getting up to go.

"Okay. Well, I'll see you tonight, then." Dean grinned.

Cas grabbed a napkin from the dispenser on the table, getting his pen out of his jacket pocket so he could write his address and cell phone number. "Here's my address and number, in case you need to call." He handed Dean the napkin, grinning slightly.

Dean took the napkin and put it in the pocket of his jeans. "Okay, good. See you tonight."

Before Cas left, he added, "By the way, Dean, you can call it a date if you want to. It's fine by me." He winked and walked out the door, leaving Dean speechless.

Was that a flirtation?