"Hello?" Bethany asked, shivering, despite being surrounded by people.
"Why hello." His deep, husky voice filled the chilly winter air.
"I heard your voice. I know your voice."
"You do, do you?"
She began to pat around his face.
"I, uh, huh?" The man asked, clearly confused.
Her arm brushes against his coat, then she grabs it.
"The coat! I know this coat!"
"You do?"
"You are that wonderful smelling man that I spilled coffee on earlier! Did I just say that out loud? I mean, you were really sweet this morning, coffeeboy."
"Coffeeboy?"
"What? Is that not your name?" I asked, giggling.
"Dean, actually. And you are?"
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Yes, I do still ship Destiel, but I'm bored, so this happened. I do not own nor do I take credit for most of the characters . Enjoy! Mild language. Takes place in season 3 or 4, but does not follow episodes.
A Maybank and A Cameron? It's almost like a modern Romeo and Juliet. It's forbidden for them to be together. Could be the end of the world.
The stolen glances, the hidden feelings, the unspoken words, the secret meetings and the obvious hatred towards each other followed by constant conflicts and some hidden past that threatened them but there are always invisible strings tied and pulling them together no matter how hard the tides trying to pull and part them away from each other.