A/N: this was supposed to be a cute one-shot story... but then I made this monster of a fic... and it never helps that I eventually get writer's block... (I've been working on this story for months fyi but by the time you get to read this Ishould almost be done.)

Happy Holidays you guys, hope you have a swell time :)

PS: I talk about Supernatural and Sherlock... so yeah, expect spoilers of Sherlock ;)

Disclaimer: Oops, I forgot to write these things down in my other stories, sorry. But I know already that I do not own these characters, they belong to the brilliant Erica Wester and that I'm just borrowing them for this prompt fic. The only characters I can say that are mine are any OCs I write.

Chance Encounter

First Meet

Why are these lights so bright?

Oh, did we get hitched last night, dressed up like Elvis?

Why am I wearing your class ring—?

Hitting the button to turn off the radio, Sock rolled back to his bed shutting his eyes tight trying to hide from the light streaming from his window. It's too early to wake up. I could've sworn I went to sleep an hour ago.

Opening one of his eyes he glanced at the clock reading it to be 8 o'clock when he set his alarm. Laying in bed for another minute, the twenty-four year old pulled the cover to the side and got out of bed. Walking over to his bedroom door he looked behind him to his messy room. His clothes were scattered around in a systematic format only he knew. His mother kept nagging at him to clean up but he liked his disorganized order.

There were papers all over his oak computer table, some of his college assignments cluttering the workable area. Shrugging a shoulder, Sock rubbed his hand over his face feeling a bit of stubble rub his palm. I'll shave after breakfast, he reminded himself.

Walking down the small hallway to the bathroom Sock ran his fingers over his short crazy bed hair when he heard faint snoring coming from the living room. Blinking up from the dregs of sleep, Sock walked in that direction. Sure Sock had two cats living with him, but he's never heard them snore quite like that.

On his couch, was a man of no more than twenty-eight years old sleeping heavily with one arm over his eyes and another over his bare stomach.

"Uh..." Sock said looking from side to side. Everything looked like his apartment, so at least that wasn't the issue but he didn't understand who this guy was sleeping on his couch without a care in the world.

Stepping closer, Sock leaned in to see better. He had blond hair with a darker shade underneath. The mystery man also had a nice chest, not muscular, but definitely well define. His pink lips were parted as he exhaled letting out a soft snore.

Feeling nervous to disturb him, Sock backed up and made his way back to his bathroom letting the stranger sleep. Sock's heart pounded in his chest loudly, he took a big long gulp of air to calm himself. Standing in front of the mirror, Sock turned the handle of the sink and cupped his hand under the cold water, splashing his face. After a few rounds, he was fully awake and went onto his morning routine.

Coming out of the bathroom twenty minutes later drying his damp hair, Sock peeked to the living room to see if the stranger was still there. Noticing that he was still there in fact, Sock went back to his room to grab some clothes to change into. In a record of three minutes flat, Sock came back out of his room and entered seeing the stranger slowly waking up as he rubbed his eyes.

"Good morning," Sock offered standing near the entrance by the hallway.

Bright blue eyes under dark bruises glanced up at him. A look of surprise passed his face as he sat up, "Who are you?"

"I could ask you the same thing," Sock countered as he watched his stranger look around the room trying to catalog it to his memory.

"Where am I?" he said his face looked more and more confused. Looking back at Sock the stranger asked, "Where's Lil?"

"Lil?" Sock echoed, the name ringing a bell, "My next door neighbor Lil?"

"Next door neighbor..." he repeated slowly. Looking back around the room he noticed Norris, Sock's brown furred cat, watching him walk across the floor to Sock as it rubbed his body across Sock's ankle before trotting down the hall. "Well, that certainly explain why I'm here."

Cleo, Sock's other cat, jumped up to the couch and sat on the stranger's lap. "Cleo wants you to scratch under her ear."

"Who...?" he asked before he saw her gold eyes staring at him, hesitating for a moment he went to scratch her as she closed her eyes and began to purr. "I was wondering when Lil got two cats when I showed up last night. Guess they're yours."

"Yup," Sock nodded as he left the small shelter of the hallway and made his way into the living room sitting on the end of another sofa. "So, if you're meant to go to Lil's place, how did you manage to get inside here?"

He shrugged, still not caring that he was talking to a stranger shirtless while petting said stranger's cat. "I was in the area, and your window was open. I thought it was Lil's so I guess I accidently broke into your place." rubbing his face with his other hand the stranger licked his lips trying to moisturize them. "Do you have any water?"

"Uh—yeah, yeah," Sock nodded as he got up and grabbed a mug from his cupboard before going to the sink and pouring some inside. Getting back he handed the mug to his unknown guest, "Here."

"Thanks man," the stranger said as he took long gulps of his drink until it was empty.

"More?" Sock asked as the other guy nodded and Sock went back to get more water before handing it back. He watched the other guy drink his second cup much like he did the first.

"Oh that was good," he groaned resting his cup on his knee. Tracing his index finger on the blue mug the stranger looked up at Sock through his lashes, "You wouldn't happen to have some pain killers around?"

Nodding, Sock went to the bathroom where he kept his ibuprofen next to the first aid kit and came out with two pills handing them over to the stranger. Grabbing the cup Sock went back into the kitchen and filled the cup before handing it over to the blond as he took the pills and drank half a cup of water.

"You're a lifesaver," the stranger sighed resting his head on the sofa exposing his neck to Sock. Resisting temptation, Sock sat back down on the couch bringing Cleo to his lap as he scratched her ear while she purred. "I'm Jonathan by the way. You?"

"Sock," Sowachowski replied. Jonathan quirked his eyebrow at him for the strange name but didn't comment. "You're hung over."

Jonathan chuckled, "Bingo."

"Is that why you didn't run after you found out you weren't at Lil's place?" Sock asked leaning back after his black cat jumped off his lap and ran to where Norris probably was.

"That's one of the reasons, yeah," Jonathan replied taking another sip from the mug. "Another reason was because I crashed on your couch. Figured you'll want some explanation not me ditching out on you."

Sock hummed as he nodded; glancing up at his mystery hung over stranger. He got back up and made his decision. "I'm making breakfast. Do you want some?"

Jonathan didn't expect that response as he looked up at Sock. He shrugged, "Sure, I can go for something to eat. But first, can I use your restroom?"

"First door on your left," Sock pointed to the hall. "I have a spare toothbrush in the right top drawer by the sink. If you wanna use it you're more than welcome too."

"Thanks," he replied making his way to the hall.

"Jonathan," Sock said as the stranger paused and looked back at him. "Do you wanna borrow a shirt too?"

Glancing down Jonathan finally realized he wasn't wearing a shirt this entire time and that his jeans were unbutton. Looking back up the beginning of a blush appeared on his face. "I'd greatly appreciate it."

"Okay, I'll have one ready for you on the couch when you get out," Sock replied as the other man walked down the hall and into the bathroom. Giving himself a moment to process what just happened; the brunet man went back into his room and pulled out a big white t-shirt for his guest. Placing it on the couch Sock got the eggs and bacon out as he turned on his stove and started preparing breakfast.

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Hot food on the small table, Sock had pushed his junk off to another corner while he went back to flipping the bacon strips when Jonathan came in wearing the white shirt. Though it was a good thing not to be distracted by Jonathan's bare chest Sock was a little disappointed the view was gone. If Mother knew what I was thinking she'll say she would pray for me.

"You're food is on the table," Sock said over his shoulder doing the finishing touches as he turn off the stove and placed a larger portion of bacon on Jonathan's plate before putting the rest for himself. Grabbing the blue mug Jonathan used earlier, Sock poured out the water and asked him how he liked his coffee.

"Black," Jonathan replied picking up his fork and poking it. "You're being really nice about this. ...Should I be worried you poisoned my food?"

Pouring both their cups with coffee, Sock added three scoops of sugar and two tablespoons of creamer to his. He stirred his cup and sat on the opposite side of Jonathan. "Well if I did then it's in my food too."

Taking a large scoop of eggs, Sock put it in his mouth and began chewing. "See, its all good—." he grabbed his neck coughing before falling to the floor. Waiting a moment or two he glanced up at Jonathan as he stared wide eyed at him. "I was joking."

"That wasn't funny," Jonathan deadpanned. "I thought you really did poison the food." Taking a big scoop of his eggs with bacon Jonathan popped it into his mouth before moaning. "Oh my God, I'm in heaven."

"Ha-ha very funny. I didn't poison it," Sock rolled his eyes having sat back into his seat and eating more of his breakfast. Taking a sip he looked across the table to a rapture Jonathan. "Dude, is it that bad?"

"No, it's awesome," Jonathan said amazed, "If you were a chick I'd take you to city hall and marry you."

Blushing, Sock put another portion of bacon and eggs into his mouth mumbling that it was nothing. It had been a long time since Sock had someone over. Living by himself in a town three hundred miles from home Sock had hardly knew a soul when he moved here three years ago. He still kept to himself spending most of his time working or going to a local college part-time while he tried to get his dream of becoming a professional writer going.

"Well as nice as that proposal was, you'll have to give me something more substantial before I agree to marry you." Sock quipped back. Jonathan laughed smiling easily to this stranger's apartment.

"I'm surprised Lil hasn't mentioned you?" Jonathan asked taking another bite.

Sock glanced down at his food, "I don't really socialize. Mostly I spend my time here... or work... or at college."

"College? What are you majoring in?" Jonathan asked as he finished eating drinking his coffee.

"English," Sock replied bringing his cup up as a barrier trying not to show how uncomfortable he was feeling. He didn't really like talking about himself much because everyone would ask him what he wanted to do and when he said he wanted to write they would laugh. Sock gripped his cup already expecting Jonathan's next line of questions.

"That's pretty cool. I, myself, couldn't do that. I hated analyzing literature in high school. No way was I doing that at college where I had to pay them for that form of torture. I took a year of computer science before I quit." Jonathan got up, "Hey, can I get some more?"

Having relaxed that Jonathan wasn't going to question his major Sock just shrugged waving his arm at the coffee machine, "Be my guest."

Pouring more Jonathan finally noticed the design of his mug, "Dude, is that a TARDIS?"

"You watch Doctor Who?" Sock asked surprised that he knew what a TARDIS was.

"No, but I had this friend in high school who was obsessed," Jonathan said animated sitting back down. "And I mean obsess, obsessed. Posters, DVDs, the works. I didn't peg you for a Whovian."

"I'm not," Sock replied lifting his favorite mug, "I'm more of a Sherlockian. Still waiting for season three, though good news, they're finally going to be filming."

"Doctor Who, Sherlock... all you need is—."

"—It's over there," Sock interrupted pointing to his cupboard. "Supernatural is where it needs to be, next to the salt."

He laughed, "Of course."

"Naturally," Sock said before pausing, "Well... super naturally I guess." Those green eyes sparked with mischief. "Make sure to always have holy oil next to you if it's a Tuesday and Heat of the Moment comes on. I learned that the hard way."

Sock was rewarded by a spray of coffee flying toward him as Jonathan coughed and threw his head back roaring, "Oh my God! ...I can't believe you said that with a straight face."

"All in a day's work," Sock hummed taking a long sip from his cooling coffee. He tried to keep that smile off his face but failed.

Saying goodbye to Jonathan was difficult. In a short time he made Sock's day but he knew he had to get back to his reality. Throwing on a jacket over his shoulders, Sock ran out of his apartment making the fifteen minute jog to his work.

Maybe there was a chance I'll see him after work. Maybe he'll be a Lil's place and when I got back we would run into each other. Sock had to shake his head as he stopped at the corner waiting for the light to change. Stop it; it's not going to happen. You need to forget about the man you found sleeping on your couch. It was just a one-time thing. You need to concentrate on your work and college. Distractions will get you nowhere.

Sock sighed knowing he had a point. His family didn't believe in him making it as a writer. No one was there rooting for him to succeed and if he wasn't careful he would ruin his chances here. Work. Study. Write. He didn't need anything else. He didn't need anyone else.

His name was Napoleon Maxwell Sowachowski and he was gonna make it on his own without anyone's help.

Ah hell, I forgot to shave.

A/N: Song mention: 'Waking Up In Vegas' by Katy Perry