Hello, kumquats. This one is for twistedsupernaturalgleetastic on tumblr who asked for a destiel fic :D I hope you like reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Have you ever had the feeling that someone's watching you?

Dean knew the feeling very well. He had felt it his whole life; someone just… watching.

Most people would find it uneasy to always have that prickle crawling along your spine, but to Dean it had always felt reassuring. When he was younger he would lie on his back in the grass behind his house staring up into the blue, blue sky and talk to the air. He imagined himself talking to a guardian angel, his guardian angel.

Dean told his mother about his invisible friend once. She smiled and got to her knees in front of him, placing her delicate hands on his face. "I already knew angels were watching over you, sweetie." Her look of adoration and cheer lit up Dean's soft face, a huge grin spreading across his lips.

But Dean was no longer young and his mother and emotionally-distant father had since past, leaving him and his brothers Sam and Adam on their own. Well, in Dean's mind not truly alone for his guardian angel still watched over him, making sure he and his siblings were okay.

…

A cool breeze cut through Dean's leather jacket as he walked down the street; he was on his way to get a hot beverage at his favorite coffee shop, just down the street from his tiny apartment in Lawrence, Kansas.

Everyone knew everybody, so that's why he was so surprised when he walked into the café to find a strange man sitting at one of the tables.

Strewn across the back of the dark-haired man's chair was a tan trench coat and on his body was a fitted, dark suit. Unable to take his eyes off the new man, Dean stared at him as he walked across the shop and ordered his drink.

All of a sudden the stranger stiffened and swiftly turned his head towards Dean, who he caught red handed, eyes glued in his direction. Dean blushed, picked up his drink, and started to walk towards the newly revealed, mesmerizing blue eyes. As he approached the table he thought of what he could say to assuage the awkward situation.

Upon reaching the table, though, all previously constructed thoughts flew out of his head.

"Hi, um, yeah… hello, I'm Dean… you must be… ah…. be new in town," Dean stuttered. Shit,he thought to himself, I've already messed up twice.

The blue-eyed man chuckled and stuck out his hand. "I'm Castiel, or Cas for short. I am new in town, how'd you know?"

"Oh, it's a small, small town," Dean replied with an awkward smile. "No one just stops by, they only come to stay. Wow, God, that sounded really creepy. Sorry." Dean placed his hand on the back of his neck, a stance he took when he felt uncomfortable.

Cas chuckled again, "You're cute." Cas blushed, realizing what he had blurted out. Clearing his throat he said, "I'm the new history teacher at the high school, that's… uh… why I moved here."

Looking down at the floor Dean said with a grin, "I work as mechanic at the town's garage during the day and as a bartender at the bar on Main Street at night."

"Oh, maybe I'll stop by tonight for a drink," Cas said in response.

Looking at his watch Dean realized he was supposed to be at work. "See you then, I guess. I gotta go to the shop now. It was great meeting you."

"See you…" Cas replied with a wink.

The two men smiled at each other as Dean departed, leaving them both light headed and giddy, but for different reasons.

Dean had met a possible new fling.

Cas had finally spoken to the charge he had fallen in love with.