Dean's fingers drummed across the steering wheel as a guitar solo blasted through the radio. A rare and truly unique smile stretched across his face, reaching every corner. He pulled into a parking space next to a cozy café with signs for the "Best Hamburger in Town!"

With an unusual prance in his step, Dean hopped out of the car and ran inside. He was visiting Sam in Stanford, who had picked out the café just for Dean's particular taste in hamburgers. Dean's eyes searched the room for his younger brother, who appeared nowhere.

"Hey, jerk!" a familiar voice yelled from behind him before jumping on top of him and proceeding to wrestle him to the ground.

"Bitch," Dean laughed as he shoved his brother off of him, which was quite impressive due to Sam's absurd size. A few waitresses stared at the scene uncomfortably, unsure if they should intervene since the two men seemed like a rather rowdy pair. Sam and Dean signaled everything was fine, to assure them they wouldn't make more commotion. Maybe. Possibly. Probably would, though.

"There's someone I want you to meet," Sam smiled. His eyes were filled with a light and joy that Dean had missed.

"A new girlfriend?"

"Sorry to burst your bubble, but I'm still with Jess."

Sam led Dean to a table at the back, where a peculiar man sat with his back to the brothers. The man looked rather out of place with a dress shirt and a large trench coat that hung on the back of the chair. The oldest Winchester noted his dark brown hair that poked around everywhere untidily. Dean suspected from his limited view that the man was lean, but with muscle and strength in him.

"Dean, this is Castiel," Sam and Dean took a seat at the table while the man- Castiel- watched Dean carefully, "I met him at Stanford. He's studying religion and history, and considering going into political science at some point. I've told him all about you so he thought it was about time to officially meet you."

Dean barely heard a word of what Sam said since he was too distracted by Castiel's face. The beautiful man (who wore a blue tie, weirdly enough) was looking straight at him, his breath taking blue eyes pierced directly into Dean. His complexion was impeccable, so smooth and fair that Dean had to fight the urge to caress his cheeks. The dark circles beneath his eyes hinted many nights of studying and no sleep. The angles of his face, the curves of those lips, every unkempt piece of hair mesmerized the oldest Winchester.

"Dean?" Sam asked.

"Oh. Um. Yeah. It's nice to meet you, Cas," Dean came back to reality forcefully and swallowed. Castiel cocked his head and smiled at the unexpected new nickname. The action made Dean's insides jump. God damnit, stop! He's a guy, he's a guy, but look at that fucking face!

Sam noticed the exchange and pondered the meaning curiously. He had privately hoped for chemistry between Dean and Cas, despite Dean's clear feelings towards gay men. He accepted lesbians.

"So, Castiel is a pretty damn odd name. How high were your parents?" Dean asked with amusing seriousness. Sam shifted awkwardly, knowing what Castiel was about to say, and wishing he had warned Dean beforehand. Cas seemed to not be frazzled by the question, however.

"Well, actually, my parents are dead," Cas began to explain with surprising bluntness, "I was just a baby. A priest in my hometown adopted me and named me after an angel."

Oh, Dean thought. Well, doesn't that make perfect sense.