Pairing: Domestic AU - Eventual Dean Winchester x Reader, Andrew (OMC) x Reader
Word Count: 1731
Warnings: minor language, mentions of drinking, crappy boyfriend and relationship problems (I think that’s it, but let me know if I missed something!)
Read Part 2 (written by @quiescentcastiel)
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A/N: This was written for the @spnbuddywriters Team Building Challenge. The bolded quote was the prompt for my part of the challenge. Be sure to read the other two parts tagged above! It's been wonderful working with these ladies so far, and I’m definitely looking forward to more things in the future!
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“Jumping on the bed? Really? Are you five?” you question your boyfriend as he continues to bounce on the bed like an idiot.
“C’mon, you know it’s fun,” he replies, grinning from ear to ear.
You roll your eyes at him. “Andrew, you know it ruins the springs, and I’m just not in the mood right now.”
“Okay, mom,” he scoffs before checking his watch. “Oh, crap! I actually have to go anyway, so thanks for saving me.” He winks at you and presses a chaste kiss to your cheek. “See ya later, babe.”
And with that, he exits the apartment, slamming the door shut and leaving you all alone. You sigh and choose to make the most of your evening. Checking the time, you realize it’s only 5:00 pm and decide to go for a walk. You grab your jacket, pull on your sneakers, and head out the door.
The air is decently chilly for an autumn afternoon; the wind blows gently and ruffles your hair. Leaves tumble by as the breeze carries them, and you can feel winter slowly approaching. You shove your hands in your jacket pockets and continue walking towards the little string of shops near your apartment complex.
You eye the stores as you pass by, looking to see if you can find anything of interest. Between the antique shop and the bookstore that’s been there for who knows how long is a small coffee shop. You cup your hands around your eyes as you peek through the glass, hoping to get a better view of the interior. The windows are slightly foggy due to the weather, but you can make out the few people inside and the light yellow glow coming from the lamps on the ceiling. Deeming it necessary for some warmth, you head inside.
The bell above the door chimes as you walk in, and you take a look around the store. It’s not as big as you expected; the lights are a bit dim and only a few tables line the walls. The people inside consist of a teenage couple, who appear to be flirting shamelessly with each other, and an older man perched on his chair in the corner reading a newspaper.
Quickly observing the patrons, you walk up to the counter. You smile at the barista and order a coffee to-go. Once he disappears into the back, you once again look around the small shop. A tall man enters at this time, and the two of you smile at each other politely.
The barista promptly returns with your coffee in hand, and you bid him a thank you and a goodbye. Turning around a bit too quickly, you run into the person standing too close behind you.
Your scalding coffee spills on both of your shirts and you curse simultaneously.
“Shit.”
“Dammit.”
Ready to yell, you look up and meet each other’s eyes. You realize that you ran into the man who entered the shop just a moment ago. Studying him for a few moments, you notice that he has green eyes that somehow manage to sparkle despite the dim coffee shop lighting. His dark blond hair is styled in soft spikes, and light freckles dust his nose and upper cheeks, making his masculine face have a slight boyishness to it.
A few moments pass before you break the silence, suddenly remembering the burning coffee that’s currently decorating your shirts.
“I am so sorry,” you apologize, grabbing napkins to clean the two of you up.
“Nah, it’s fine. I’ve always wanted to try the whole I-just-spilled-coffee-on-my-shirt trend anyway,” he chuckles, looking down at the giant brown mess on his Henley.
You laugh a little at his joke and extend your hand towards him. “I’m Y/N.”
“Dean,” he says simply, shaking your hand.
Once again, the two of you just gaze at each other for a few moments, hands still clasped together and neither of you saying a word.
The bell above the cafe’s door chimes, and you and Dean are brought back to reality, both dropping the other’s hand.
“I-I should probably get going,” you stutter, blushing and pointing to the door.
“Y-yeah. I should probably order my drink,” he replies.
“Yeah, okay.” You start backing up towards the door. “Bye, Dean.”
“Bye, Y/N.” He waves, and you exit the store, no longer thinking about the drink you needed a few minutes ago. Instead, you’re thinking of the green-eyed man that you just recently acquainted.
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You hurriedly return home, hoping to get your soiled shirt in the wash before the stain sets. You immediately change out of your shirt, put on your pajamas, and start the load of laundry. Deciding to relax for the rest of the night, you put a movie on the TV and head to the kitchen.
With the film playing in the background, you hum and put a bag of popcorn in the microwave, reminiscing about the events that occurred only an hour ago.
The microwave beeps, and you pull out the popcorn bag. You pour it out into a bowl and walk to the living room, already munching on your freshly made snack. You plop yourself down on the couch and quickly become engrossed in the movie.
You continue to watch film after film late into the night. You’re in the middle of some cheesy rom-com when you hear the sound of the apartment door being unlocked.
Andrew not-so-quietly stumbles into the apartment, nearly tripping over his shoes.
“Hey, Y/N,” he greets you, slurring his words slightly.
Looking at the clock, you respond, “You do realize that it’s three in the morning, right? Where the hell were you?”
“Babe, you don’t have to worry. I was just out at the bar with some friends. We drank a few beers, played some pool, y’know, normal bar stuff,” he assures you.
“Okay… uh, do you wanna go to bed now?” you ask tentatively.
“Yeah, sure,” he answers simply, stripping off his dirty clothes as he makes his way to your shared bedroom.
You can’t help but sigh to yourself as you follow behind him.
~~~
For the next few days, you and Andrew continue to become more and more distant with each other. He’s going out more often, you’re spending time alone when he’s out--nothing’s really working anymore.
It’s been a week since your encounter with Dean, and you still can’t get him off your mind. Now that Andrew seems to be in the apartment less and less, you can’t help but to think of the handsome stranger.
You’ve been lying awake in bed for about ten minutes, Andrew sleeping beside you with his arm slung across your stomach, when you hear him begin to stir. He tosses and turns in the bed, ruffling the sheets with each movement. He finally settles, spooning your back. You sigh and try to wake your snoring boyfriend.
“Hey, Andrew,” you whisper as you lightly tap his arm. “I’m gonna get up and run some errands.”
He groans in response, clearly not fully conscious. You sigh and remove his arm from around your stomach. Getting up, you stretch and groggily trod to the bathroom.
You swiftly get dressed, grab your keys and your purse, and walk out to the car. It’s now slowly shifting into winter. The temperature has been dropping rather quickly, and the trees are continuing to lose their leaves. A large gust of wind cuts through the air, and you try to wrap your jacket tighter around your torso. You jog to your car and hurriedly turn on the heat, waiting for your car to warm up before pulling out of the parking lot.
Entering the grocery store, you grab a basket and begin to peruse the aisles. You place a box of Lucky Charms in your basket and notice a familiar-looking man out of your periphery. Chancing a glance at him, you observe that he hasn’t seen you yet. You look back at the cereals, now studying them rather intently. Taking a deep breath, you gather up your courage and walk over to him.
“Hey, uh, Dean?”
He looks up at you, and a smile immediately spreads across his face. “Y/N! Hey, how’s it been?”
“Pretty good, actually,” you reply.
“Did you ever get the coffee out of your shirt?” you ask him with a small chuckle.
His eyes cast to the ground and he grins, shaking his head. “No,” he replies. “But now it kinda matches the rest of my wardrobe, so it all worked out.”
The two of you laugh at his remark.
“So,” you begin. “What’ve you been up to lately?”
“Nothing exciting, to be honest. I’ve been working at my uncle’s garage. Not exactly glamorous, but y’know, work’s work.” Dean shrugs.
“You happen to work at Singer Auto?” He nods. “Do you know a guy named Andrew?”
Dean rolls his eyes in annoyance. “Yeah, sure do. Let me tell ya, he’s one hell of a guy,” he scoffs.
“He’s, uh, actually my boyfriend.” You press your lips together.
“Oh.” Dean raises his eyebrows. “Well then, let’s just forget that I ever said anything,” he apologizes.
“No, no, no. It’s fine. He’s been having a rough couple of days, so it’s completely understandable,” you assure him.
“More like a rough couple’a weeks,” he mumbles.
“Anyway, what’re your plans for this weekend?” you ask, choosing to ignore his statement.
"I was just getting to that,” Dean says, returning to his usual behavior. “I'm getting together with some friends on Saturday. Maybe you wanna join us?"
You stare back at him for a few moments, slightly caught off-guard.
"If you want to, that is. I'm not gonna force you to do anything you don't want to do," he quickly adds, waving both hands in front of himself.
"Actually... yeah. I'd love to." You smile genuinely.
"Great," Dean beams. "Uh..." He pats his pockets, searching for something. He pulls out a pen and grins at you. "Here's my number." He grabs the box of cereal from your basket and hastily scribbles his phone number on the top corner.
Dean hands the box back to you. "See you around, Y/N." He walks backwards, waving goodbye, and disappears down another aisle.
You look down at his messy handwriting and smile. Putting the box of cereal back in your basket, you sigh happily. The weekend just couldn’t come any faster.
Destiel AU. Prompt submitted by: anon
This is my first actual long oneshot so bare with me if it’s awful lolol.
It was the third day in a row that Dean had been awoken by the loud machine sounds coming from outside his window. The city decided to have an art museum built right next to his apartment complex. He wouldn’t mind it if only they didn’t start their work at 6 a.m. everyday.
“Damn it! Can’t a guy get his four hours of sleep?” Dean muttered to himself in his pillow.
He slowly untangled himself from the warmth of his covers and slumped out of bed. His room was unusually cold this morning so he stepped into the hall and turned the heat up a few notches. As he walked to the kitchen, his stomach growled.
“Yeah yeah I hear ya.” Dean said aloud. “Let’s see what my fridge has to offer me today.”
He opened the door to his fridge and looked inside disappointingly. All he had was a half eaten sub from the night before and a jug of milk.
Must be time to make a run. He thought to himself.
Dean went into his room and changed into an old pair of jeans and a basic t-shirt. He threw a red flannel on over the t-shirt and slipped into some boots that were lying by the door. After he brushed his teeth, he started to grab his keys to the Impala off the side table but took a look out his window and decided against it.
“I think i’ll just walk today. It seems pretty sunny outside and I could use the exercise.” He said as he opened the door and walked out.
Dean took his usual route to the store but when he got there it was closed. He looked at his watch and noticed it read 6:45 a.m.
Wow i’m dumb. Of course no place is gonna be open this early in the morning. I’ll just swing back by later. He thought.
Dean had plenty of time to kill, so instead of going straight home on his usual route, he decided to take a longer way. He strolled through the park and passed all the little antique shops. There was a nice breeze out and the leaves on the trees were calmly swaying back and forth. He was nearing his home when he noticed a detour sign on the sidewalk because of the construction that was happening.
Detour: Left the sign read. Dean went the way the sign was telling him to go, even though all he had to do to get home was step over the caution tape. He had plenty of time to kill so he did as told. The detour had him strolling right passed the new museum that was being built. Only three workers were on site and two of them were at the end of the crane just chatting it up with some coffee in their hand. The other worker was on top of the half constructed building. He seemed to be laying out some long pipes. Dean couldn’t help but notice how attractive the guy on top of the building was. He couldn’t see much of him, but what he did see, he liked. The guy on the building turned around and caught sight of Dean. Dean didn’t notice that he had stopped walking to gawk at the guy and immediately felt embarrassed. He turned away and started walking at a quick pace passed the building.
“Hey! *whistles*” Dean spun around and looked at the top of the building where the whistle came from.
The man atop the building was waving at Dean and smirking.
“Did that man just wolf whistle at me?” Dean whispered to himself. He awkwardly waved back at the handsome man and started to turn away.
“Awh come on now! Not gonna whistle back at me?” The man on the building sarcastically yelled.
Dean stood there feeling both flattered but uncomfortable. He had never been hit on by a guy before, especially someone that good looking.
“Uh, I uh,” Dean stuttered. “I actually don’t know how to whistle...”
“Oh, so you’re saying that if you could whistle, then you would whistle back at me?”
“Uhm, yeah? Sure I guess?” Dean was feeling very odd about the whole situation. “Sorry... I- I have to go!” As Dean was turning back around to head home he could hear the guy atop the building laughing slightly.
Dean finally arrived back home within minutes. He opened the door to his apartment and crashed over on the couch. The walk he took had made him slightly tired.
Dean awoke an hour or so later. He had a dream about his awkward encounter from earlier in the day.
“Why would I dream about that?” Dean curiously asked himself but just brushed it off. He checked the clock on the wall. The time was 9:00 a.m.
"I could go for some coffee right now, and I still need to make that grocery run.” This time, Dean opted on taking his car instead of walking so he could avoid another awkward encounter with the attractive man on the building.
He walked outside and hopped into his Baby.
“Coffee first, groceries later.” Dean hated grocery shopping so decided to procrastinate that task for as long as he could.
He drove for a couple blocks then spotted his favorite cafe’. Sweet Eden Coffee Bar is what the large sign had written on it. A few of the neon letters were out so it really said Swet Een Coffee Ba, but Dean didn’t care as long as they still served his favorite coffee. He parked in the farthest empty spot so no one could scratch up his car and got out.
There was no line when Dean entered the cafe’ and only a few customers were scattered about at the tables.
“Ah, can I get one large peppermint coffee with a vanilla creamer and 5 spoonfuls of sugar please?” Dean ordered.
“Sure! That’ll be two dollars and eighty-seven cents!” The cashier beamed. Dean gave her five dollars.
“Keep the change.” He said, then winked at her.
“You’re gonna get diabetes from all that sugar you asked to have in your coffee.” A familiar voice said from next to Dean. Dean turned around slightly only to be met by the bluest of eyes. It was the man from on top of the building.
“Oh hey, you uh- you startled be there.” Dean said. His face started turning red as he thought back about the incident from earlier in the morning.
“My name is Castiel.” Castiel stuck his hand out for Dean to shake. Dean returned the gesture.
“I’m Dean.” Castiel shook Dean’s hand.
“I’m on break right now, do you mind if I join you after I order my coffee?” Castiel said.
“Sure. I’m just gonna go sit over here.” Dean grabbed his coffee from the counter and sat in a corner booth. Castiel later joined him.
“My personal favorite is the caramel latte with whipped cream!” Castiel beamed. Dean couldn’t help but smile when the blue-eyed man went in for a sip of his latte and got whipped cream on his nose.
“Uhm, you uh, got a little something-” Dean made a gesture to Castiel’s nose. ”I’ll get it.” He got a napkin from the end of the table and wiped the tip of Castiel’s nose to remove the whipped cream.
“Oh my! Thank you.” Castiel laughed.
The two proceeded to talk and laugh about different things. They conversed about their jobs and some of their favorite things. All the while Dean was becoming less shy and more open to the handsome man in front of him.
“It seems that my 30 minute break is up so I must be going, but I had a great time and I would love to do this again sometime, here’s my number! Give me a call when you’re free” Castiel smiled at Dean and handed him a napkin with his name and number on it.
“I enjoyed myself too” Dean smiled back at Castiel.
They both left the cafe’. Dean went back to his car and held the little napkin tight in his hand. He opened it and it read:
Who knew I would meet such an amazing guy today on my coffee break ;) Castiel; 417-555-2074
Dean smiled profusely and headed to the grocery store.
“Maybe that construction noise that woke me up this morning wasn’t such a bad thing after all.” He thought, and continued down the road with Castiel on his mind.
