Save The Date {Destiel}

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September 3rd, 5:45 PM
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It was a slow day, to say the least. Working at a gas station in your last year of college wasn't a thing that the man standing behind the counter wanted to do. Misha constantly reminded himself of the fact that he had no plans after college and barely any friends due to his lacking social skills. The clock ticking was one of the only sounds filling the empty air. His shift ended soon, only-

           "Three hours." Misha groaned quietly, rubbing his forhead and placing his head in his hand. He stayed like that as he heard someone enter the store. They quickly made a turn to the right and the tired employee turned to look at the television for a few minutes. No sooner than the second commercial started to play did he hear a quiet tap of a box hitting the counter. Misha turned and his eyes looked down at the product. The words "Lil' Debbie's Apple Fruit Pie" stared up at him.

         "Find everything okay today s-" he finally looked up to meet the eyes of the customer. "...ir?" The last word fell out of his mouth and hit the counter, landing right next to the pie. Two pairs of eyes met, blue and brown. The man looking back at him had almost fictional brown eyes. They were cinnamon on golden toast, caramel on a cappuccino- beautiful and fake. They held a mix of mystery and lies. His hair was blond and he had freckles scattered across the bridge of his nose. It seemed like both men had an equal reaction to looking at each other, because as Misha felt his face getting hot, he could see mystery man's pupils dialate.

          "Uh," the customer broke the silence. "Yeah, I found everything. 2.75, right?" All Misha could do was nod and hold his hand out as the money in exact change was dropped in his palm. He placed it in the cash register and as the man was looking at the T.V, Misha took out a pen and scribbled a series of numbers and a "if you want to call me" on the reciet before sliding the paper to him.

         "Have a good day sir," he managed to say before getting cut off by the brown eyed beauty.

         "Dean." Then he was gone. The bell rang as he exited the store, leaving Misha a completely gay and flustered mess. In a hushed voice, Misha said the name given to him.

         "Dean."

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Word count: 420
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