When Blue meets Green - chapter 3

A/N : I'm sorry for the late update. I think I should just do this a weekly update. But anyway, enjoy!

'Italics' – thoughts, "Normal" – talking

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Previously :

Dean told the address of Sammy's apartment to the driver and the taxi started moving again.

'I wonder if I'll see Cas again', was his last coherent thought and before he knew it, he was standing in front of Sam's apartment.

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Dean didn't know when and how he reached Sammy's apartment; it was all a daze for him. He couldn't get that blue-eyed beauty out of his mind. 'What the hell?' he thought. 'Did he seriously just say 'beauty' for a guy right now?' He shook his head.

Sam had given him the keys to his apartment last time he had visited, so Dean simply let himself in. Sam's apartment was on the ground floor and consisted of four rooms, two bedrooms, a kitchen and living room which were joined. Each bedroom had its own bathroom and through kitchen back door, there was a small space that had little pond and a bench swing set there.

He saw note on the fridge from Sam saying he'll be back around lunch and don't break anything. He grinned thinking back to the last time he had come here but that is the story for another time. He took out a beer from the fridge and went back out to sit on the swing set. He saw Sam had added new small fish in the pond and he wondered 'why the hell he was noticing nature all of a sudden.'

Sam returned around one in the afternoon, and found Dean sprawled on the couch, with the TV still on. He shook his head and went to kitchen to prepare some food, and if he knows his brother he'll demand pie as soon as Dean sees him. 'Good thing I already brought one', he thought.

He fixed some lunch for both of them and then went to the living room to wake his lazy-ass brother. They ate and talked about stuff when Dean suddenly remembered something and grinned. Sam would be lying if he said he wasn't nervous when saw the shit-eating-grin on his brother face which means he should be ready for some embarrassment.

"So Sammy," drawled Dean. "How're things going on with that chick you had a crush on ever since you laid your eyes on her?"

He flushed thinking about Jess, and Dean, ever-the-teaser, grinned and said, "Please tell me you at least went to second base with her."

"Dean!" roared Sam blushing even more if it was possible. Dean just laughed and then laughed some more seeing his brother's expression.

They spent the remaining afternoon laying around the living room watching some TV and talking about their lives. They ordered takeout for dinner and Dean was more than happy to order some cheeseburgers. While they were eating, he told his brother about a gallery show he had wanted to go to ever since he saw the ad in the newspaper, and it was tomorrow evening.

"Oh c'mon man!" said Dean. "Art gallery? Are you telling me you seriously dig that stuff?"

He just sighed and replied, "One of friends is majoring in Arts and she said this Novak guy is great and besides, there's no harm in watching the thing, is there?"

He saw his brother wasn't really paying attention to him, "Hey Dean? You okay there?"

Dean snapped out of his daydream and his cheeks colored slightly. He noticed it but didn't comment on it. "Yeah, yeah Sammy, whatever you say, let's go." He was startled when his brother agreed on it without any more fight but ignored it for the time being. They watched TV for some time and then turned in for the night saying good night.

Dean was not happy when he woke up next day. He had a raging hard-on when he woke up and the reason was none other than his travel partner, Castiel; whom he had no idea where would be. He had been thinking about him yesterday and even when he went to sleep; his dreams were full of the blue-eyed beauty with sex-hair.

'Again with the 'beauty' shit?' he thought frustratingly. He needed a cold shower like right now. He came out of his room later to see Sam sitting in the kitchen table with coffee mug and newspaper. He poured himself some coffee and joined Sam at the table.

"Whatcha looking at?" he asked.

Sam looked up from the newspaper and replied, "I'm just checking the timing for the show. Hey Dean, what do you think about going out to see Fast and Furious 6?"

"Now you are speaking my language, bro" said Dean grinning. "Cars and hot chicks? You don't even need to ask man! Tell me how soon we can go."

He saw Sam giving him 'you-are-so-impossible-what-I'm-gonna-do-with-you' look but ignored it. His day was slightly improving and a movie about cars? Damn straight, he's going to go see it anyhow. And since we are talking about cars, he remembered his baby, meaning his hot-damn '67 Chevy Impala, which he left back home.

He didn't know where the hell that thought came from but he imagined his car and Castiel and some activities he would have very much enjoyed fantasizing about only if his brother wasn't giving him a look saying 'what-the-fuck-are-you-even-thinking'? And ladies and gentlemen, now he has another semi-hard-on to hide from his brother.

"What?" he snapped at Sam without meaning to.

"Dude, are you okay?" asked Sam. "You have been spacing out ever since you got here. What exactly is on your mind?"

He sighed and told about his journey and Castiel. He didn't tell him his cuddling with Cas, ('cuz he no way cuddled with him, nuh-uh) to Sam.

"I'm telling you, Sammy" he said. "The guy had like seriously blue eyes and the voice, oh god, his voice-"

"Dude!" Sam said amused, cutting him off, "are you seriously telling me about your big crush on this Castiel guy?"

He snapped realizing just what he was doing. Was he seriously going on about Cas like a love-sick high school girl?! He coughed and blushed a little and boy, did Sam will ever leave any opportunity to tease him.

"Are you actually blushing?" exclaimed Sam.

"No!" he yelled. "Now don't go all Samantha on me, and tell me when the hell we are going to the movie."

"So this Castiel..." drawled Sam.

"Sammy" he warned. Sam snickered, and Dean grumbled saying something about pain-in-the-ass-li'l-brothers. He watched Sam opening his laptop and peered over his shoulder to see, which he thought was only possible because his giant of a brother was sitting.

"We will go to the afternoon show and after movie, we'll go to the art gallery" said Sam. "Deal?"

"Deal".

Even during the movie, Sam couldn't shake the feeling he knew the name Castiel from somewhere. He saw Dean enjoying the movie much more than he was. It was a great movie sure, but his taste was slightly different that his brother's. He was enjoying Dean's company more. He saw Dean eating popcorn every second, eyes glued to the screen. He chuckled and shook his head. 'Same old Dean', he thought. Even when they were kids, Dean used to be so engrossed in any movie they watched.

When they excited the theatre, Dean was sprouting random dialogues from the movie and laughing and Sam laughed with him. It was barely six in the evening, and the show wasn't going to start for another hour. So they stopped at a small diner for some food which was on the way to the gallery show venue.

They reached the venue around quarter to seven. The building was huge and they saw the banner for the art gallery was at the front. The show was held in one of the halls on the ground floor.

At the entrance, he saw the double doors were opened inside with slight decoration. There were two small bouquets on each door and the door frame was decorated with gossamer. There was a guy who was welcoming everyone to the show and his nametag that read 'Balthazar'. He was a tall, slim blonde, with an easy going smile plastered on his face. He was wearing dark crimson colored suit with white shirt underneath.

"You sure you aren't gay, Sam?" asked Dean besides him. He snapped his attention at Dean with confused look.

"What the hell do you mean?"

"Well..you have been ogling that guy for a good few minutes now," teased Dean.

He could feel his cheeks warm a little and he muttered small, "I'm sure".

They entered the hall and looked around, taking in the surroundings and the paintings that hung on the wall. The insides were simple yet classy looking. The walls were blue, just the right shade which was neither too light nor too dark. All the paintings, sketches and whatnot were hanged on walls with appropriate distance between them. There was a barrier with slight distance from the wall that kept people from getting too close.

"This place isn't so bad" said Dean.

"Not bad?" he turned to Dean, "this is great. Actually now I have to treat Skye with whatever she wants, this really is great."

"Dude! You lost a bet to a girl?" snickered Dean. "And what kind of name is Skye?"

He rolled his eyes and shrugged, "the hell if I know."

They were walking around the hall watching each and every art when they saw a small crowd gathered at one place. He asked someone and the guy told him that the artist was present here and was talking with others.

"Hey, Dean" he said, "let's go see him." His brother just followed him wordlessly for once which he was grateful for.

They easily went to the front of crowd and he saw a guy with messy black hair and blue eyes in a light blue suit similar to the one he saw that Balthazar guy wearing. He heard his brother suck in a sharp breath and he turned to see his brother was frozen on the spot, staring at the artist.

Dean was enjoying the movie so very much. I mean c'mon! With sexy cars and hot chicks, who wouldn't? He didn't care that he was emptying his second tub of popcorn. After the movie, they headed to art gallery. He was dreading going there because well..let's face it, he wasn't that much fan of art.

But when they went there, he was surprised to say the least. The thing wasn't all sparkly and glittery like he had been expecting. It was simple yet something about it screamed 'posh'.

He saw Sammy stare at the guy wearing suit and wondered if his brother really wasn't gay, because of the way he was staring, he was having a serious doubt. He even teased his brother about it, and it was fun seeing Sam stuttering, denying about him being gay.

And insides were also very simple which he liked about the artist. As they were watching each and every painting, he was actually enjoying the time here. The paintings weren't like the one where you don't understand what the hell it's about and yet people around you are praising the artist about his skill.

So far, he liked two paintings - one was a scenery which looked like was the view one would get when they were watching out of the window of moving vehicle and other one being of an angel which had jet black wings sprouting from his back.

He wordlessly followed Sam when he said that the artist was present here and he wanted to meet him. Even he wanted to see the artist, granted it was the first time he had actually wanted to meet one.

They easily went to the front of the crowd. 'Having giant for the brother has its perks' he thought, chuckling because he would deny if anyone will say he more or less giggled. But when he reached there, he sucked in a sharp breath.

There standing in a blue suit was none other than his messy haired, blue eyed travel partner, Castiel.

The name escaped his mouth without him realizing, "Cas..?"

He saw Castiel turn his way and when he saw him, he could see shock in his eyes. "Dean?"

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Special thanx to my beta, nimthriel.

The movie was released here when I wrote the chapter and it was like a month ago

Next update will be a bit late. I'm going out of town for few days for an exam and I still haven't completed the next chapter. I'll start on that as soon as I get back, promise!

This was supposed to be chapter 4 'cz I'm still working on the third, but I figured no harm in posting this one first. So, did you guys like it?

I guess there will be two more chapters to the story. So stay tuned!

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