They were greeted by Rufus as they sat down. He eyed them for a second, wondering why the hell they would come to this resturant for a date. He then proceeded to roll his eyes and hand them menus.
They ordered and then waited, neither one of them speaking.
"So... I guess if this is a date, this would mean that we would talk about ourselves right?"
Dean gave out a small laugh. "I've never done it that way. I guess we can try."
"Well what have you tried?" Cas asked, confused.
Castiel recieved a crooked grin form the mysterious boy. "Fuck now, talk later."
He rolled his eyes at Dean's comment. "Let's go with talk now."
Dean gave a small nod. "I'm game."
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Soul |•| Destiel
Fanfiction[completed] "What will you like?" "Coffee. Black. Like my soul." •barista!cas• •firefighter!dean•
