Dean learned that Castiel actually did not like coffee.
"But you own a coffee house!" Dean said as he laughed.
Castiel shrugged. "I don't know... It seemed kinda fun to make so I did it."
Dean gave him a small smile. "Damn to have a drive like you..."
"Enough about me. I want to know about you"
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Soul |•| Destiel
Fanfiction[completed] "What will you like?" "Coffee. Black. Like my soul." •barista!cas• •firefighter!dean•
