Wrong number? //destiel//

A missed encounter

Dean decided that he liked Gabriel. He was funnier than he expected, certainly lived up to his nickname, which Dean was informed was 'the Trickster.' He'd made Dean laugh within a few minutes of meeting, mainly with a story about Cas that Dean was definitely going to use against him one day. "So is he here?" "Who? Cas?" "Yeah." "Uh, think he's setting up at the signing. I'll take you to him in a minute but I need you to sign some forms first if that alright?" Dean nods, wiping his sweaty palms on his jeans, God alone knows why they're sweaty, and follows Gabriel into his office.

Sam's pondering the layout of the books set aside on the table when suddenly he's being smacked in the side by a stack of books. "Shit! I'm sorry!" A head pops up over the books, blue eyes focusing on Sam's hazel. "Are you okay?" "Yeah, let me help with those." Sam takes a hand full of the books, setting them down on the table. "You with the author?" The man asks, dusting his hands on his trousers. "Yeah." "Nice, maybe you can tell me who he is then. Because Gabe is refusing to tell me and the assbutt never put his name on the fucking book." Dean had refused to on his 3rd book, decided to conduct an experiment of sorts; he wanted to know if people would still buy it based on the cover and synopsis. Sam supposes he wanted to know whether or not people bought the books just because Dean's name was on it. There was however a small note in the back of the book informing the reader that it was actually Deans book. "I do," Sam response is interrupted by a shout from the other side of the room. "Hold that thought, I'll be back." Before he knows it the mans gone and Sam is left with a pile of books.

"What Gabe?" "I need you to help up front today, I've got to run out and I need someone to serve customers." "What about the signing?" "Benny's on that." Cas sighs. He just wanted to see the guy everyone was raving about, there had been a long ass queue outside the store since 10am. "Fine. When will you be back?" "About 1. The signing ends at half twelve so feel free to take a break after they leave." "Who is 'they' exactly?" If he could Cas would have ripped the phone out of the wall when it started ringing, Gabriel holding up a hand as he answers. "Hello? Yeah I'm just coming. Alright. See you soon."  Cas is glaring, a pointed look of 'fucking tell me before I implode' written on his face. "Sorry Cas, I have to go. Man the desk for me! Don't worry about the signing!" Gabriel shouts as he runs past him. With another groan, Cas has been doing that a lot recently, he trudges to the desk and watches the hoard of buyers flock past him to the back of the store and the author that he was really starting to hate.

"So the doors are opening in five, then you can give a small speech if you want," Sam explains, "Or you can go straight into the signing, that works too." He adds once Dean's shot him a look. Sitting behind the table Dean glances at the set up of the books. "I like it." "Some guy did it, kinda cute. All blue eyes and black hair." Sam comments, nodding to Benny who disappears to let everyone in. "You get a name?" "Nah, someone shouted on him before I could ask but he's pissed at you." "What did I do?" "Conducted an experiment. You're an 'assbutt' as he so kindly put it." Dean chuckles, he was going to use that one day. "I'll need to meet him before we leave." Sam steps back behind the table when fans start filtering in, forming a somewhat orderly queue through the store. Dean doesn't miss the hushed 'He's so beautiful' or 'It's actually him!' that goes through them all. He glances away from the insistent flash of cameras and looks at the first person in the line, a small brown haired woman. "Hiya sweetheart, who shall I write it out to?" He smiles at the small giggle and squeal she lets out at the name before he's putting pen to paper, the first of many for the next hour and a half.

"God I'm so ready to just go home and sleep for a week!" Dean stretches, shakes out his cramped hand and smiles at Sam who's practically asleep beside him. "Sammy, c'mon man. Let's grab some food and head back to mine." Snorting Sam wakes and rubs at his eyes. "What? Yeah okay. How'd it go?" "Fine. Far too many cameras with flash, I'm one hundred percent sure I'm blind in my left eye now but we managed to sell every book but one." Sam smiles and fixes his jacket. "Alright. I'll go let them know were done, get you outside?" Dean nods and mumbles something about the toilet before both men are parting. Sam mentions a thanks to Benny, offers him the cheque which Benny declines gratefully and instead pats Sam on the back. He's at the door waiting on Dean who reappears a second later, practically shoving Sam out the door with a growl of his stomach and a 'fucking need a burger.' He doesn't glance back at all, doesn't see the blue eyes of a black haired man track him out the store until he's out of sight.

Cas stares for a moment, he's pretty sure everything goes in slow motion when he glances up, locks his sight on the men by the door. He recognises one of them, the one he's been talking to. It's the hair that gives him away, pushed back from his head and Cas is intrigued whether it can be put into a pony tail or not. But the other man. The other man stands a few inches shorter, short brown hair quiffed and a perfect match to his tan sweater that Cas instantly falls in love with. But despite the hair, the sweater, and the god damned pouted lips that are just sinful and begging to be kissed until their swollen, it's the bright green eyes that get him. The crystal clear, freshly cut summer grass green that Cas has only ever seen in paintings. He didn't think it was possible but it seems this man, this beautiful person because Cas couldn't deny that this man was beautiful, was here to prove him wrong. Before he knows it the men are out the door and walking along the street. Cas moves with them, watching the man carefully until he's out of sight. "Fuck."

Gabriel comes back at one like promised, with a bag of donuts as a silent offering of thanks and a deterrence to Cas' annoyance at being left alone. "Hey, how'd it go?" "How the hell am I meant to know? I was stuck here all day." Gabriel winces, there it was. "I'm sorry Cas, I had to go. It was about getting more stock for the store." Cas shrugs and bites into a donut, eyes cast to the counter top. "I see we sold all the books." "All except one." Gabriel sighs and rubs a hand over his face. "So did you talk to him?" "Talk to who?" "Dean." Cas chokes on his donut. "Dean? As in Mr non-therapist Dean?" "Yeah? He's the author of the book Cas." "Gabe! Why the fuck didn't you tell me?!" "I thought you knew!" "Obviously not! I've been asking you all day who it was." "Sorry Cas. I heard you talking early so I thought it was Dean." Cas frowns. "What does he look like?" Gabriel frowns, "I don't know. I didn't pay attention. Uh, brown hair, sweater, green eyes?" "Green eyes?" Gabriel jumps as Cas grabs his shoulders, pulls him closer. "Yeah." Cas grins. Green was always his favourite colour.