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Hi, I just read a fml about a girl going home on the train when the guy sitting next to her suddely says, 'So, are you coming back to my place?' and she was all flustered and said no and he looked at her weird - turns out, he was on the phone and she hadn't noticed. Could I please have a Destiel drabble about that? Thanks

Helloo friend!

Oh my god, that is fabulous, lol! Here you go, with a twist on the original story! :p

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Mondays sucked.

Dean Winchesterwas sure that everyone in their right mind probably wouldn’t fight him on thatstatement. Between a crashed computer, a rather impossible deadline, a printerthat refused to cooperate, and a broken coffee machine as the cherry on top, Deanwas sure that he’d lost his sanity somewhere along the way.

Add to thatbeing stuck in a tiny seat on a crowded train at the end of a disastrous day atthe office, because of-freaking-course his car had chosen this marvelous day toonly make a weird hiccupping noise when Dean had turned the key in theignition. Fan-freaking-tastic.

“Isthis seat taken?” a deep, gentle voiced asked.

Deanblinked up from the papers that he’d been studying -might as well make the mostof his time by working ahead now that he didn’t have to drive and pay attentionto the road-, and was met by a pair of tired yet expressive blue eyes.

It took hima few seconds to realize that he’d put his suitcase on the seat beside him (like a selfish douchebag, his youngerbrother Sam would helpfully remind him whenever he noticed Dean doing these sortof things), and he coughed awkwardly while he hastily cleared the seat. Doing a doubletake, Dean couldn’t help but notice that the stranger talking to him was, well,hot. Or maybe a better fittingdescription was handsome. Or gorgeous. Or stunning. But Dean’s brain was friedand he wasn’t doing words very well right now, so he’d just stick with ‘hot’.

“Nah,go a-hot. Head! You huh, go ahead, Imean.”

The mangave him a timid smile, nodded, sitting down right beside Dean, clearly doinghis best to pretend that Dean wasn’t uselessly babbling, incoherency caused by themere sight of one (1) good looking human being.

Dean triednot to stare from the corner of his eye. He failed. Mister Hot had dark hairthat seemed a bit messy, probably from running his hands through it throughouta day that might have been as stressful as Dean’s, and he was wearing a darkblue suit combined with a lighter blue tie that perfectly matched his eyes.Yeah, Dean was screwed. Whenever his friends asked if he had a type, he’d alwaysanswer ‘not really’. And it wasn’t a lie; usually, he didn’t.However if he ever were to have a type, there was no doubt that this was it.

Trying todistract himself before he could use a lame pickup line that would certainlybackfire on a day like this, Dean pulled out his phone to check his email,noticing that one of them was about that project that he’d been worrying aboutall week. Groaning, he opened it, getting caught up in his client’s complaintsand demands for a little while. Until he was abruptly pulled right out of histrance by that same deep quiet voice.

“So,are you coming to my place?”

Dean’s headsnapped up in surprise. How bold. And sure, it was an odd question because they didn’t evenknow each other, but Dean was never one to turn down someone this easy on the eyes.Maybe this crappy day could end on a positive note after all, because if Blue Eyes waslooking for a fun night, Dean didn’t feel the need to deny him.

“Ehm,your place? I mean it’s kinda random but I guess I could…” Dean started,invitingly putting a hand on the guy’s arm.

Far toolate, Dean Winchester realized that Mister Hot with the big blue eyes hadn’teven been looking at him. Had definitely not addressed him. He fell silent whenBlue Eyes did turn towards him at Dean’s words and touch, a frown on his face.

So, thiswould be a good time for a black hole to magically appear and swallow Deanwhole, to end his suffering. Or for aliens to abduct him. He wasn’t picky.

Just as hewas about to apologize, Blue Eyes’ lips slowly quirked into an almost-smile.

“Iwasn’t actually…” Mister Hot paused and held up his phone to get hispoint across, the very phone that he’d been holding to his right ear out ofDean’s sight, because he’d been talking to someone. Someone who wasn’t Dean.

Dean’ssecond attempt at an apology was dismissed as well when the stranger tentativelyadded “… but I must say that you arevery attractive.”

~~~

“Youtwo are such a cute couple! So how didyou guys meet again?” Charlie, Dean’s friend and roommate asked, curiouslyglancing at Castiel, then back at Dean again from across the dinner table.

Dean stillfelt the need to crawl under a rock and die whenever someone mentioned The Incidentthat took place nearly four months ago.

Fortunately,or unfortunately, Cas was the one offering an answer as he took Dean’s hand,sweetly lacing their fingers together on top of the table with a smile that wasall too innocent.

“I wason the phone and asked my brother over for dinner, and Dean somehow assumed that Iasked him to hook up with me.”

Dean chokedon a mouthful of spaghetti. He could, however, admit that the look of surpriseon Charlie’s face was priceless.

She shookher head in exasperated awe. “Only you, Winchester.”

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