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As an IT service guy, snooping is just part of the fun of fixing people’s computers. But the laptop he’s currently defragging, one belonging to a C. Novak, doesn’t yield anything fun or interesting or even incriminating against its owner. So snooping had turned to browsing after Dean had done what needed to be done, browsing had turned into goofing off, and then Dean was putting the laptop in the “done” pile before heading out for lunch. He didn’t think much about C. Novak’s laptop, until about a week later when he’s scrolling through Facebook on his phone. On his timeline is a photo of a beautiful person, that he apparently… liked? Dean squints. That can’t be right. He’s never seen this guy in his life. Although, as Dean takes in wild bedhead and crystal blue eyes, he finds himself wanting to remedy that situation. Had someone else liked the photo and it popped up on his timeline? Had he been drunk?
He clicks on the profile.
Castiel Novak.
Why does that sound familiar? And oh, they’re friends. Huh. Dean scrolls through the man’s feed; he doesn’t do much on social media, but it looks like his friends and family actively tag him in things to keep his feed relevant. The only things that Castiel actually contributes are documentaries on bees and the occasional pride or human rights article. Tonguing the inside of his cheek, Dean decides to shoot his shot. He clicks the message button, and then sends off a message.
> I think I would have noticed an angel gracing my timeline. When did you fall from Heaven?
Perfect. The little speech bubbles appear almost immediately.
< I should have known a messy pickup line would have come from a messy man.
> wtf does that mean?
< … I suppose that came off as an insult. Apologies. What I meant was: I should have known a guy who left his facebook account open on my personal laptop WOULD be so bold as to send me a message after I added myself to his friends list.
Oh shit.
< However, that was my intention, so thank you for allowing this to play out as intended.
> woah
< Indeed.
< Would you like to get dinner sometime?
< You can spare me the theatrics, by the way. I saw your DM’s.
> holy shit
< Meet me at the Satellite tomorrow night at 8.
> i didn’t say yes
< You won’t say no.
< See you tomorrow night, Dean.
-disconnected
Dean stares in disbelief at his phone. His face is flushed, his dick is hard, and he is mortified beyond belief.
You bet your sweet ass he’ll be at dinner tomorrow night.