"Dude can you believe it? New York City! The land of the free, the home of the brave!" Dean's friend Seth said as he stares out their hotel room window.

"That's all of America, you idiot. New York is just the big apple."

Seth turns his nose up at Dean correcting him, taking his eyes off of the bustling street below.

"Shut up. Okay, can you not be a sour puss for once and come enjoy the view with me? We're in the best city in the world, on vacation and you're sitting there, reading a book."

Dean of course rolls his eyes at his friend. Seth was a dreamer and an optimist. But Dean's practical nature made New York seem like just another city, another town on their road trip of enlightenment.

I'm not being a sour puss. I'm actually enjoying myself." Dean retorted, putting the book down on the small inn table next to him.

"Then let's go out dude! It's our first night here, Dolph and Cody promised to meet us at the bar down the block from the hotel. Let's explore New York!"

It was usually Seth's tone of voice that made Dean quickly acquiesce to things, he was after all, his best friend since 10th grade. Sometimes being Seth's friend got him into trouble. But they were something like brothers, there was a bond that couldn't be broken.

"Fine. We'll explore New York. But remember the rule, you pick up a chick you don't bring her back to our hotel and leave me aimlessly wandering the dangerous streets of Manhattan."

Seth put up two fingers in a scouts honor. Dean rolled his eyes and pushed his friend playfully. "Alright go shower. I'll try to pick out a suitable outfit."

Seth clapped his hands together excitedly then left to go shower. Dean plopped back down on the bed then took out of his phone. No call from her. Not even one. He sighed then left to go pick out his and Seth's clothes. They were going out tonight.

Let the trainwreck commence.

The bar was packed to the brim with all kinds of unruly people. From hipsters to posers, overly confident ugly people and even some oblivious stereotypical douche bags. Seth was dancing with some brunette he just met with huge boobs. Her name was Nikki, apparently. Dean sat at the bar, eating some peanuts when some girl came up to him, pressing herself uncomfortably close.

"Hey handsome, can i buy you a drink?" She asked and Dean looked at her with the most nonchalant yet confused expression.

"Is it really a drink you want to buy me?"

The guy who happened to be sitting next to Dean laughed, sensing Dean's sarcasm immediately.

"What?" The girl said in return, drunkenly confused.

"I mean where's this drink going to lead us? You buy me a drink, then i have to meet your parents..."

The guy laughed even louder this time, deciding to chime in. "Then you'll be worried about if they like you or if you're suitable enough for their little girl the whole time."

"Exactly." Dean says, "Then despite not being suitable, we move in, all of a sudden i don't have time for you..."

"Then you guys end up fighting, always. Trying to stay in the utmost unhealthy, toxic relationship." The guy added.

"Yes. Yes. You get this." Dean said to him, laughing his ass off.

"It was only a drink.." the girl said feeling like she was stupid.

"No. It was more than a drink, babe. It was a marriage proposal." Dean said back, causing her to flip him and the guy off as she walked away.

"That was funny. Nice one. Hi, I'm Roman." Roman extended his hand out to Dean and he shook it, still laughing.

"Ha. I'm Dean. Thanks for the help."

Roman nodded, looking at Dean more clearly now. His eyes were blue, and when he smiled he had dimples. It was safe to say Roman was smitten. He started to wonder if it would be too forward to go and ask Dean out. Roman could feel the flirtatious nature between them, and Dean was really cute. Would it be bad to ask him?

"It's really noisy in here. Wanna get outta here?" Roman asked. Dean looked at him and shrugged, Seth was still dancing with that Nikki girl, which escalated to kiss-dancing, if that even was a thing. Plus, Cody and Dolph never showed up.

"Sure." Dean said back, putting money on the bar, then walking out with Roman.

It was meant to be a simple walk between the two of them, after all they were strangers. But Dean ended up laughing way more with Roman than he ever did with any girl. They talked about books, movies, comics, and even wrestling. It was kinda like Dean met someone finally on his maturity level.

"I don't care, i say Captain America and Bucky had a little something, something. If you know what i mean." Roman winked at Dean, causing the boy to laugh, they walked all around and still somehow ended up back at Dean's hotel.

"Dude you're nuts." Dean responded, leaning against the brick wall. Roman ended up moving closer to him, closing any space there was between them, but Dean didn't seem to notice. "This is me." Dean said looking up at the hotel.

"How long are you in town for?"

"Four weeks." Dean said back. Roman nodded and took out his phone. He told Dean to recite his number for him. Dean did, then Roman texted him and Dean's phone immediately buzzed. He took it out of his pocket and unlocked it, seeing that Roman sent him a tongue out emoji.

"That's my number. In case you ever needed someone to debate gay undertones with." Dean smiled, laughing as he put his pocket.

"Well, goodnight. Thanks for showing me around New York a bit." Dean said. Before he could leave though, Roman closed whatever space there was left between them and brought Dean in for a small chaste kiss. Dean could feel his soft lips on his own, a weird sensation bellowed through him before he immediately pulled back, and pushed Roman away.

"Dude what the fuck?"

"Oh my god, you're not-" Roman felt like he was about to die. "Sorry i read the signs wrong. Fuck, forgive me."

Roman was apologizing non stop and Dean felt bad. Had he given off a gay vibe? More importantly, why did he like it so much when Roman kissed him?

"It's cool. Sorry if i..." Dean didn't know how to finish that sentence. Sorry if i gave you a vibe that said i liked cock? Ridiculous.

"I should go." Roman spoke softly. He took Dean's hand then apologized once more. Dean couldn't hear his words though, all he could feel was his heart pounding against his chest at Roman's touch. Fuck. What was happening.

"I hope i see you again." Roman said, "Even if it's just to hang out, platonically." He let go of Dean's hand Dean could finally feel himself breathe. His heart wasn't doing the pounding anymore. That was a good sign, right?

Roman waited a bit for Dean to respond to his statement about hanging out, but when Dean didn't answer Roman, he took that as a sign. He sighed and then walked off into the night sadly.

Dean laid in bed that night and all his thoughts were replaced with that kiss and Roman's lips. So soft, and sweet. Wait..

What was happening?

A/N: Sooo this is my newest multi-chapter fic. I was going to wait to start this, after i finished Chandeliers but i figured that all is fair in love and writing. I'm nervous cause this one is different to chandeliers and i hope people like it and review.