Save The Date {Destiel}

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September 3rd, 8:58 PM
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Misha grabbed his jacket and listened to the clock on the wall tick. It was a beautiful thing, hearing it get closer and closer to hitting 9. He slipped his arms through the sleeves, his back to the wall, when he suddenly heard the door ring.

His heart dropped. A customer? Two minutes before his shift ended?! The world was playing a joke on him, a sick, sick joke. He slowly turned to see someone familiar.

     "Dean." He smiled. "I honestly didn't think I'd be seeing you again." Dean walked up to the counter.

      "I didn't think so either, if I'm being honest." Misha raised his eyebrows.

     "So what brought you back?" He wasn't sure that this wasn't a weird joke, as he wasn't typically someone who got any attention from men at all, but whatever. He might as well go along with it.

     "I'm still not sure. But I think I needed to meet you. Are you free to go do something now?" Misha paused. His initial reaction was to say yes, but then it hit him what was happening.

      "Sir, I'm still not sure you're not going to mug me- how about we to that something tomorrow. I'm free at 8 if you want to meet me here? I'll walk down from my dorm." Dean laughed and ran a hand through his hair.

     "Yeah, yeah, probably a good idea. I could have called you- just... I felt like I needed to see you again." He looked up. "I don't know. I'll be here tomorrow 8 o'clock sharp, in the front parking spot. I'll see you then."

And then he was gone. Misha put his head in his hand for a moment, trying to process what had just happened.  He'd gotten a date!..... Somehow. With a random guy who would probably kill him.

    "Jeez, Mish. Paranoid much?" He sighed and walked out of the store, not caring that his coworker hadn't come in for his shift yet, and got walking. Honestly, maybe it would have been safer to walk with Dean, but he had gone this route by himself so many times it didn't worry him anymore. He shoved his hands into his pockets and started down the sidewalk. Soon enough he was walking into his dorm room... which was empty. He didn't have a roommate since his last one got expelled earlier that year. It didn't bother Misha much though, seeing as it let him get more studying done. He slid off his jacket and three it over a chair, before falling face-first into his bed.

Every day was exhausting, and he was certain he was starting to not be able to handle it anymore.

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