It's All About The Flowers

It's All About The Flowers

Written for my 1,000 followers celebration for @toxic-nebula. They wanted a flower shop story.

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Dean passed the flower shop every day on his way to work, then again on his way home. He wasn’t much for flowers, but after he’d noticed the hot guy working there, he walked slower when he went by, looking in the window for a glimpse of the guy.

His brother Sam and their friend Charlie teased him relentlessly about his crush on the guy. Dean didn’t care. The guy was so pretty, he hit every one of Dean’s fantasies. He was built like a brick shithouse (Dean never got that, what did a brick shithouse even look like?). He had messy dark hair that always looked like he’d just got out of bed and couldn’t find a comb, a sharp jaw with just the right amount of stubble and the bluest eyes Dean had ever seen.

He even looked good in that stupid apron that said, ‘Beautiful Blossoms’ on it.

After about a month, the guy noticed him looking. He began to smile and wave at Dean as he went by. Dean always smiled and waved back, but he never got the courage to walk in.

After all, the guy was probably just being friendly. Dean had no way of knowing if the guy was single or not or what his sexual orientation was. Charlie was quick to point out that he never would know until he grew a set and talked to the guy.

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