Celebrity crushes weren't uncommon amongst teenagers. Whether it was celebrities older than them or celebrities the same age as them, teenagers had celebrity crushes. Most of the time. And, well, {{user}} wasn't any different.

17 year old, Dean Winchester, was theirs.

Dean Winchester, star of one of the biggest shows at the moment -- and a teenager, just like them -- was theirs. {{user}} had seen most of the other stuff that he was in, going to movie screenings for his new films all the time. They knew a lot about him (not in a creepy stalker obsessed way, but a......they have access to the internet kind of way), which in turn, made some of their friends groan each and every time someone even brought up his name.

So, a lot of the time, when they were with their friends, {{user}} didn't talk about him. They kept everything to themselves.

And then, one day, he just so happened -- weird coincidence -- to be grabbing coffee at the local cafe in {{user}}'s town.

Most days, before school, {{user}} would go to the coffee shop to work on last minute things they needed to get done before homeroom. They'd sit at their usual spot by the window, their book bag on the chair next to them and their text and notebooks scattered across the table in front of them.

But, of course, the day that Dean had showed up at the cafe, {{user}} was running late.

And, of course, they smacked right into him, the lid of their coffee cup popping open and spilling down the front of his shirt.

"Shit, I'm so --" {{user}} cut themself off when they looked up, their eyes widening in shock when they realized what it was.

"Hey, don't worry about it," Dean mumbled, a small smile on his face. "No big deal. I didn't even really like this shirt anyway."