[Dean]

Dean went to the coffee shop to see Cas every morning for the next two weeks, apart from the weekends, where Cas wasn't working. They didn't speak much, Dean came in, gave Cas a smile, and ordered a cup of black coffee. Well more specifically, he went up to the counter, and Cas made it for him, without question.

Dean pretended as if it didn't matter much to him, their small glances and interactions that he once would never have even dared to think of doing. And yet there he was, getting up earlier in the morning than he ever had just to go and see some blue eyed coffee shop barista.

He pretended as if he didn't get butterflies in his stomach, and heart beating faster every time Cas smiled at him, or when he handed him the coffee and their hands slightly touched. He pretended as if he missed Lisa as much, and wanted her to come by again, and as if he didn't think of being more than friends with Cas.

Dean wanted to think everything was the way it had always been, but every time he saw Cas, something he had never felt before appeared inside of him. He felt so completely different, because for once in his life, he felt himself not having eyes for anyone else.

He didn't look at pretty girls the same way, didn't feel like responding to their flirting or taking them up on it. He didn't feel like calling Lisa as much, or even planning when she would come over again. And he certainly did not want to go home and visit Bobby and Ellen as much as he usually would.

This had become a problem, because the more Dean looked at and felt things for Cas, the more he felt like hiding them, and pretending it didn't exist, despite how hard he wanted to, just for once, let it all out. 

Dean wanted to just say it, to someone, but while he also held it pent up inside like he always did with everything that bothered him. Unless someone forced him to talk, he never did, he just let it stay there, locked up. Hurting him so much more, tearing at him from the inside.

He was scared, scared that everything he knew would fall apart if he ever thought about letting it out, thought about Cas like he wanted to. He was afraid that somehow his world would fall apart, that no one would accept him, or look at him the same again. And yet he didn't stop coming back to the coffee shop every morning to see Cas.

"Good morning Dean." Cas greeted with a smile as Dean entered the coffee shop for the fourth morning in a row. Dean smiled back as he stepped up to the counter, ready to pay, because Cas already knew what to get him.

"Same as always?" Cas asked, and Dean nodded, confirming his order. Cas then let him pay, for one cup of black coffee, and allowed him to take seat while waiting for it. It didn't take long before it was finished, but this time, Cas came over to his table with it.

"Here you are." He sat it down before Dean, who looked up, slightly surprised that Cas had come to him with it. Their eyes met and Dean couldn't help but smile, letting his eyes linger on Cas' blue for just a moment longer than he would usually, before Cas headed back.

"Thanks Cas." Dean called after him, and earned a smile from Cas, now behind the counter again, ready to take another order, from the next customer that would come by. As Cas bussied himself with the next customer, and Dean looked away, he discovered a girl, about to take a seat at his table.

"Hello?" Dean raised an eyebrow at the girl with long brown hair, and quite large glasses on her nose. Her face seemed in a smirk as she sat down in front of him, as if she had some kind of gossip or something for him.

"Hi there Winchester." She smirked, adjusting her glasses a bit as she looked at him intently, as if waiting for him to recognised her possibly. It didn't seem to work as Dean still had his eyebrow raised questioningly at her.

"I'm Meg, Meg Masters." She tried again, as if it would help any, but Dean could not remember her. He wondered when he could possibly have met her before, the only thing was that she seemed somehow familiar, but he had no idea from where.

She groaned, rolling her eyes. "Were you really that drunk?" She commented and Dean just looked at her, still with an empty look. She looked at him with a really annoyed look. "The beginning of term party, I found you outside of my dorm, trying to get in with my key, looks like we store it in the same place." She explained, and Dean sighed. Of course he'd ended up on some drunk adventure.

"Anyway, doesn't really matter. I just wanted to give you back this." She pulled a bracelet out of her jacket pocket, one that was black, with blue bits too it, and looked nothing like anything Dean owned. "Seems like you lost it on my doorstep, found it the morning after the party, figured it had to be yours. Kind of forgot about it, but here you go." She grinned, then stood up, giving Dean no chance to say it couldn't possibly be his.

"See you around Winchester." She smirked, something she seemed to often do, and then winked, making this sort of clicking sound inside her mouth people would often do with a wink or a grin, and then headed off.

Dean stared after her, and then down at the bracelet in his hand. He owned bracelets, yeah, but none like that, his were often neutral colours, but this had bits of light blue thread weaved in with the black. It was not his for sure, but he somehow felt as though he had seen this bracelet before. He wondered if possibly he hadn't gotten to his dorm on his own after all.

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the mystery of the party continues. (hahah i felt i had to include meg somehow :p)

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