secret identity | d.winchester

twenty nine.

december 25th. 8:07am.

❝ and my hands go down your jeans
while you distract the waiter ❝
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CARTER WAS SWEATING very badly from how nervous he was, especially his hands that just wouldn't quit fiddling together. he's never met dean , all he's seen is a picture, and the older male does not know what carter looks like, nor does he know that' he's a teenager. the boy was sweating bullets, he had to sneak out of his house and he convinced his older sister to cover for him if their parents walked into his bedroom and figured out that the lump in his bed was not him.

as carter walked across the snowy parking lot of the small diner, he saw three cars scattered around the lot, one was a red mini van and the other was an old car that carter couldn't name, and the other one was a black impala that the teenager couldn't help but gawk at as he past it.

the bell attached to the doors rang as carter pushed them open, his eyes scanned the room as his heart hammered against his chest, the cold december weather vanished and instead his body was overwhelmed with the sudden blast of the heater inside the diner, it didn't help his sweating state. carter felt his heart sink to his feet when his eyes landed on the man he's been texting for the last month, that was him siting in the corner of the room at a booth, with another male siting in front of him.

he wore a red and white plaid flannel with a heavy brown coat over top of it, his hair was a bit messy, tousled at the top but still managed to look put together, his green eyes stood out the most, carter noticed the freckles scattering his nose and underneath his lower lashes. he looked tired, if the dark circles under his eyes were anything to go by, carter wondered how many hours of sleep had he gotten the night prior, or if he slept at all.

carter thought about turning around and leaving, dean didn't even know that he was going to the diner, and he doubt sam would text him and say anything about him never arriving. a waitress soon greeted the teenager with a soft look in her eyes, probably thinking he was some homeless kid on christmas, and maybe if carter played the part he'd get his meal for free. pushing free food to the back of his head, carter forced a small smile in return and let her guide him to a table.

the young waitress sat him down directly across from the other two males, both booths were in the corners of the room. carter picked up a menu and pretended to overlook it, but every few seconds he was glancing over at dean, taking in his demeanor. carter watched how dean kept trying to smile, and he gestured with his hands a lot, the teenager remembered him saying that he and his brother didn't have that great of a childhood, and christmas was never either of their thing, he was probably trying to make it better.

carter watched how dean's dimples showed and the corners of his eyes crinkled from how big he smiled when sam finally laughed at whatever joke he must've said. carter couldn't take his eyes off of him and soon enough dean felt the eyes on him, the older male turned his head and met his gaze.

carter frantically tossed the menu in a panic and tore his eyes off of him, turning his head to look forwards. dean's brows furrowed as he watched the younger male scatter for the menu that landed on the floor. carter picked the menu back up and didn't look at dean again until a whole seven minutes later, in fear that he would catch him again, and maybe find out that it was him.

carter couldn't back out, who knew if he would ever get the chance to see dean in person again, he could be on the other side of the country by next week, he would definitely be out of state by three days, or less. carter wouldn't let himself leave the diner without talking to him, and if it went bad then at least carter can say he tried. he wanted it to work, god, carter wanted dean to like him.