Dean Winchester was coaching billiards for some time now. It was happening these days far more often that he was being praised by his team players. He was always so damn happy whenever he could be useful. Today he had to call off the training but he knew there were some things far more important than billiards. One of them was for instance a meeting with Alan, his therapist.
"I was thinking about what you said about achieving your goals", Dean said after a while. They were sitting in a restaurant, one of their favourites.
"What?" Alan asked little puzzled. Dean ignored his question.
"I think I could do some and I feel very well now", he smiled at him from across the table.
Alan frowned in confusion. "Yeah"?
Dean's smile grew bigger. "Yeah. It's a boy".
"Boy? What kind of a boy"? His voice sounded tired and not happy. Somehow Alan didn't share Dean's enthusiasm at all but that was beyond Dean's perception right now, he continued speaking.
"Smart, handsome, popular ... of good family", he described. His eyes sparkled.
"I don't think this is a good idea, Dean", Alan commented, shaking his head in disapproval. "When I talked about achieving goals, I meant traveling, having a pet, joining some club you are interested in, not love".
"Thank you, Alan but I was never talking about love".
"You were talking about a boy", Alan defended himself but when Dean's smirk grew wider he understood. "Oh".
"Exactly. He's the dreamiest version of dreamy and he'll be mine dreamiest version of dreamy".
"What is your plan?" Alan asked more out of habit than a real curiosity.
"Simple", Dean replied with a chuckle. "I am going to enjoy it".
"Fun?" Alan blurted out, now absolutely taken aback.
"Come again?" Dean asked, his voice sharp and slightly threatened.
"Fun? It means fun", Alan explained but Dean just gave him a kind but fake smile.
"Do not try much thinking, Al. It was nice to meet you", he said quietly almost as a whisper. He put the money at the table and made his way to the door.
"So next week?" Alan tried but didn't really believe it.
"You know what, Alan? I progressed so much here, I think it is ready for the world", he responded and he almost left when he heard: "Dean"?
He turned around and smiled confidently. "Do not worry, Alan".
Alan sighed " How are you, Dean?
"Well, how are you?"