Cas was alone today, which was unfortunate since the coffee shop seemed to really boom after the one great review.
People that normally did not come to the shop came now, and became addicted like the rest of his customers. Each day, his business grew and grew.
Balthasar had a "family thing", Gabriel claimed that he came up with another amazing pastry idea and had to skip, Anna called in sick, and Lucifer was MIA.
Cas could handle it. He believed in himself.
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Soul |•| Destiel
Fanfiction[completed] "What will you like?" "Coffee. Black. Like my soul." •barista!cas• •firefighter!dean•
