He looked up and his blue eyes met green.
Cas gave Dean a small smile.
"The coffee you ordered kind sir."
"Why thank you." Dean said with a wink.
Ever since that night, Dean had been coming more recently. Everyday was the same: a text for his order (even if he knew what he wanted), Dean coming over to get the coffee, a small conversation at the hut, and then texting when he was gone.
Cas always told Anna, Gabe, and Balthazar to go to the back or make rounds around the shop while Dean came, but they always found a way to sneak in the back.
One time, Gabe almost stuffed his pumpkin cookies down Dean's throat. His hope to have Dean try one of his pastries has not died down.
Balthazar tended to give small whistles or gasps in the background while Anna always claimed to have to get something in the back.
Today was different.
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Soul |•| Destiel
Fanfiction[completed] "What will you like?" "Coffee. Black. Like my soul." •barista!cas• •firefighter!dean•
