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Dean saw the first star appear in the sky. He looked around to make sure no one was watching and wished. He felt pretty ridiculous doing it but he had to try.
"Star shining, star bright, first star I see tonight. I wish I may I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight." He died a little inside just saying those words but he closed his eyes and wished as hard as he could.
"Well," he heard a snarky voice from behind him, "you're not a 9 year old girl which means your wish makes a bit more sense but still, what the hell man, you really think that works?"
Dean turned round to see a shortish guy with brown hair and a smirk standing behind him barely holding in laughter. He could feel his hand bunching into a fist.
"What the hell? What the hell? What are you doing listening in to me? Where the hell did you come from anyway?" Dean looked around the empty field he had driven to specifically so he could be alone. No other cars were in sight and he hadn't seen anyone walking when he had checked around just a few moments ago.
"I had to come and see who seriously wishes on a star because they're lonely and want to find true love." He paused, smirked again and added "and like I said, isn't a nine year old girl."
Dean felt ashamed. He knew it was ridiculous but everyone he knew had someone and he was getting too old to be trawling bars looking for girls to take home. It had gone from a bit of fun to a bit sad and pervy. It was weird doing it alone as well. All his friends would rather stay at home than go out these days. Or at least they didn't want to go out on the hunt with him, more like go for dinner or to a movie.
Even Sam. Sam didn't need him anymore. He had told Dean in no uncertain terms that Dean was smothering him and he wanted Dean to go and live his own life instead of living through him.
"Stop, stop," the snarky guy shouted. "It was bad enough hearing your wish, never mind this self-pitying garbage."
Dean looked at the guy in surprise, he had half-forgotten he wasn't alone and was he really trying to say he could read his thoughts?
"Yeah," the guy gave a half-laugh. "One of the perks of being a fairy godfather, you fade from people’s memories pretty quickly. That's one of the downsides as well mind you," he added looking a little sad.
Dean felt pretty sceptical about all this. Some wise-ass coming and giving him shit, telling him he was his fairy godfather. Seriously? Dean checked around, waiting for one of his friends to appear from behind a rock with their phone. Dammed if he was going to be another one of those fools on YouTube. But then, it's not like he told anyone he was going to be any of this girly wishing shit and he thought he put up enough of a front that no-one would expect such a thing from manly-man Dean Winchester. What the fuck? Could this be real?
The snarky guy, no wait, his, ha, fairy godfather sighed.
"Look Dean, I don’t have time for this. To be honest we don't even really grant wishes anymore but it seems like you need help breathing, never mind anything else, so I'm going to do two things for you. First a piece of advice from me to you. You're looking for love in all the wrong places. Hardly anyone meets the love of their life in a bar and especially not you as you only look for women and the love of your life is a guy."
Dean narrowed his eyes and stepped forward, fist tightening.
"Don't give me that," the guy sneered at him. "You know it and I know it, you like guys as much as girls and at your age you should just own it - do you actually think anyone cares? And if they did, so what?" He looked at Dean appraisingly.
Dean slumped against his car. Fine, he did know it, just never had anyone call him on it before. Not a fairy godfather at any rate and if you couldn't admit it to him then who could you admit it to?
"Right," the guy said smugly. "Now we're past that, I have put your guy into your path at least three times and it's you who has never had the guts to take it further. It's no good wishing on stars if you won't follow through. I'm not going to spoon-feed you."
So what, he's already met the love of his life? Not once, but three times? He wondered if he had wanted to go up to him and was scared because he was a guy or if he just never noticed him at all.
"OK, so Dean, now we've met and you know the score I am going to do my thing once more and once more only. I will make it so you bump into each other tomorrow. It will be your job to realise and seal the deal. Do you understand Dean? This is the last time and then I am done with you. I do have other charges you know."
Dean swallowed and nodded. As long as this wasn't some sort of dream he would be on alert tomorrow for anyone who might be the one.
Snarky guy looked closely at Dean, nodded as though satisfied and snapped his fingers, disappearing as he did so.
Dean looked about but there was no sign of him anywhere. He drew his hand down over his face. That confirmed it - it didn't feel like dreaming, it felt real. So if it felt real he had to prepare. He would meet the love of his life tomorrow. He got in the car and drove home, preparing himself for a sleepless night.