Dean fucking hates the dentist. He knows it’s a cliché and (as his brother just loves to point out) he might not need to go as often if he didn’t eat quite so much pie but man, the whole place just gives him the creeps. So he’s really not in the mood, sitting in the dentist waiting room one sunny Thursday, to also have to deal with the most ridiculously hot guy he’s ever seen.
No seriously, think Dr Sexy but with a better face and better hair and better basically everything. He’s not even wearing cowboy boots and he still makes Dr Sexy look like some kind of amateur. Shit, now Dean’s thinking about Hot Guy in cowboy boots. Really not what he needs right now.
Dean coughs and shifts as subtly as he can in his seat. He closes his eyes briefly and takes a breath. When he finally looks up again, for a split second he thinks he sees a pair of bright blue eyes looking back at him. But then he blinks, and they’re gone. Dean might have even believed he’d imagined it, despite being pretty sure he doesn’t have the imagination for that colour blue, if it weren’t for the sudden dusting of pink along the man’s cheeks.
He’s doing a crossword, or at least that’s what Dean assumes he’s doing. He’s staring intently at the paper in his hands, an adorable little frown between his eyebrows and Dean’s trying really hard not to look but he’s pretty sure he keeps seeing flashes of blue in his periphery.