Colours

Chapter One

A/N: So! This is a fic that I loosely based off of a Tumblr post that I had seen a while back. The post had something to do with the world being black and white (or grey, can't remember) until you meet your soulmate. Then you start seeing colors of the world. This is my first ever real SPN FF so, I'm praying it turns out to be okay. I normally never write Sabriel fics, but for some reason, Sam and Gabriel seemed to fit more than an of my other pairings.

Pairings: Lisa/Benny, Dean/Anna, Sam/Gabriel. I'll add more pairings as I work through this story. Hopefully it turns out wonderful!

Disclaimer: Trust me, if I owned any of these characters or anything to do with this wonderful show, the show would suck like hell and would've ended within the first three episodes.

Colours. That's all I could see the day he walked into my coffee shop. It was a Saturday. And I couldn't be more confused and excited. Dad always told me that this day would come. He told me that first time he laid eyes on mom, he fell in love with all of the colours that he could finally see. Blue and yellow mainly because that's what the colour of her dress were the day they had met.

He told me the day I met my soulmate, the world would be full of colours that I could only have dreamed of.

It was like I was born again. This man had walked into my coffee shop, the one that I had worked in for the better part of five years.

He came up to the register where I was working. I noticed his green button down sweater almost immediately. It was a color that I never thought I'd be able to see. Well, all of the colors I could see now.

"Large, black, three sugars." That's what he had said. Nothing else. Nothing extreme, or even remotely spectacular. He didn't make any eye contact, but something was strange with the way he had sauntered to a table in the back of the shop, far away from the windows. The man seemed a bit agitated.

After I had made his coffee, I walked it over to him. The man seemed a bit agitated. I kind have wanted to figure out why.

"'S something the matter?" I had asked him.

The man looked up at me. "Yeah, I think I'm coming down with a cold or I'm going blind."
I furrowed my eyebrows in thought. "I can make some tea, if you want? It'll be no problem."

The man looked up from his laptop. "No, the coffee is fine. Thanks."

I nodded and started to make my way back to the counter.

"You can see them too, then?" The man had asked. He did so quietly, I had almost missed it.

I turned back around, chewing on my bottom lip.

"See what?" I cleared my throat, knowing damn well what he was referring to.

"The colours?"

I looked around the tiny shop uncomfortably, eyeing the other coworker, Lisa. "Yes. I started to see them about an hour before you showed up here. " I laughed nervously, keeping my gaze on Lisa as she refilled the coffee machine.

The customer nodded. "So what's your name exactly? You don't seem to have a name tag."

I finally turned my gaze to the man. "Sam. And yours?" I didn't know whether or not I should extend my hand.

The other guy smiled, finally. "Gabriel. But you can call me Gabe."

I smiled. "Well, it's nice to meet you. But I have to get back to work before Lisa starts getting impatient." I tried to dismiss the conversation, but the man, Gabriel, motioned with his hand to sit down in the seat across from him.