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Dean was sitting by the table scrolling through his phone. His stomach growled, and he angrily sent a text to his brother, Sam, once again. For some reason, Sam had stopped replying half an hour ago, and Dean was getting pretty annoyed. He was far into his own thoughts when he was interrupted by a deep and raspy voice.
“Excuse me, I think you're at the wrong table.”
Dean looked up, and met a pair of blue eyes. After a quick once-over (and not noticing how good the guy looked), Dean smiled and shook his head.
“Sorry, dude. The lady said this was my table. My brother is just running a bit late.” Dean replied and looked down at his phone again. He got a bit uncomfortable when the guy wouldn't leave, so he looked up again.
“Sorry, but can I help you?” he asked, making sure only a little bit of his annoyance would show through. The guy seemed to be awkward, but determined to... well, something.
“I'm sorry, but you seem... Is your brother's name Sam, perhaps?” he asked. Dean blinked, unsure where the conversation was going. He nodded slowly, and raised his eyebrows when the guy groaned.
“What?” Dean asked. The guy seemed more and more uncomfortable by the minute.
“I, uh... I think your brother has set us up. On a date.” the guy replied. Dean blinked a few times, trying to process the statement. It didn't take long until he placed his head in his hands and took a deep breath. Dean was going to kill him. Did he really think he could just set Dean up to a blind date with some – very hot – dude without telling him? No. Absolutely not.