Blind Fate

buttheyrebrothers:

Written for the AU idea:

“i walked into this restaurant and you thought i was your blind date and i just kind of went with it because i don’t want to eat alone” au

I obviously took some liberties.

It already starts as one of those days. Days on which everything that can go wrong just does.

First he oversleeps because nightmares had kept him up most of the night. Then when he jumps out of bed in a hurry, still confused and disoriented, he stumps his toe on his bedpost. It even bleeds a bit. He’s already swearing a blue streak before his eyes are open all the way. Only to discover that he is not only out of coffee, but out of everything else that would constitute as food. How is that even possible?

To make matters worse he also has only one clean dress shirt left, because apparently it is laundry day today. Said shirt is at least one size too small on him, hence the cleanness.

And he hasn’t even left the house.

On his way to work - with him already too close to being late - he stops at a Starbucks to get his caffeine fix at least if he has to do without food. He’s already picturing the black and hot ambrosia only to run in a long queue of chattering students. That’s when it dawns on him; he accidentally walked into the campus Starbucks. Fuck his life.

There is one especially big group in front of him. They seem to belong together, if the way they lean against each other is anything to go by. Or maybe students just don’t care about such mundane things as personal space when they need a shoulder to sleep on. Who knows? Certainly not Jensen, who values his personal space above all things. So being surrounded on all sides by people does nothing to help his fidgeting. Nothing at all. That maybe is the reason why a tall, floppy haired guy, who belongs to the slumber party but is obnoxiously awake and up-beat, takes notice of him.

In fact, he looks straight at him with a questioning look in his eyes. A moment later a bright smile breaks out on his face. Dimples and sunshine hit Jensen and for a moment he is struck dumb by it. He is just not able to deal with such a blinding sight at 9am. Not without any significant amount of sleep or coffee in his body. Or maybe never. At least, this is his excuse for zoning out right there. In the middle of a busy cafe, deaf to whatever the apparition in front of him is saying. Smooth, Ackles.

“Uhm…sorry…you, I – what did you just say?” Neither politeness nor coherence are his friends today. He has never wished for a hole to open in the ground more than in this moment.

But the kid – and Jensen thinks the term with a surprising sting of disappointment – just continues to beam at him. He repeats himself with angelic patience “I just wondered if you wanted to skip ahead. You look like you’re a bit in a hurry and our class won’t start before ten.”

Gorgeous smile, manners, a friendly and gracious attitude. And way too young. This day sucked ass.

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