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Dean had been seeing in black and white for his entire life and had just about given up on ever seeing color. “Your soul mate is out there waiting for you Dean” his mother would always say, but after 30 years he didn’t believe her. 30 years of waiting for bright colors to appear.
His brother Sam had been seeing in color since he was 18. It was the year he went to Stanford, he had walked into his dorm and seem a beautiful girl sitting there taking to his roommate. She tuned around and smiled at him when she walked in. “Hi I’m Jessica, but you can call me Jess.” He had gasped and whispered “so that’s color.” Jess giggled and said “so you see them to.” At least that’s how he tells it. His roommate claims he stuttered out “your eyes have color” then fainted. The way it’s told doesn’t matter though because this was the day dean winchester stopped believing his mom.
One morning Dean decided to walk to the local coffee shop. He got out of his bed that was different shades of gray to him but his brother who he had taken with him to get it said was brown and blue. He put on his dark gray jacket that his dad had told him was brown, and his black boots that he knew were black. Then he walked out of his house and jumped in his black impala and drove to Cafe la Gabe. As he walked in the bells jingled and he went to sit at his usual table. He smiled as the owner, a short man named Gabe, walked over
“The usual?” He asked.
Dean nodded.
“Ok I’ll have our new waiter cas bring it over.” Gabe winked as he walked away and dean rolled his eyes. Gabe was always trying to set him up even though he knew dean didn’t believe he would ever find someone he truly loves.
"Here’s your-" Cas cut off his sentence because all of a sudden his world exploded in bright colors.
His day had been terrible so far he had dropped two plates and spilled three cups of coffee today alone, but Gabe being his brother just shrugged it off, pronounced that "shit happens" and gone to fix what he'd done. Now though his day was turning around, at least that's what most people would think. At 34 cas had given up on finding his soulmate long ago, but here he was a tall man who was smiling up at him with bright eyes. "Hi I’m Dean" he had said "and you must be Cas."