"So. A firefighter from Kansas. Why did you want to be one?"
Dean let out a shaky breath, obviously a touchy subject. "Well when I was younger, my mother died in a fire. After that, my dad left me and my brother behind so we had to fend for ourselves. I guess after that, I wanted to be a firefighter so other kids won't lose their parents."
"Wow." Obviously, Cas had no words. Dean raised an eyebrow.
"A coffee shop owner that doesn't like coffee. Why is that?"
Cas laughed at the question. "I like making and mixing things. Plus coffee smells amazing. Gabriel wanted to start a pastry shop but wasn't fully ready and I took a job a Starbucks so we combined and made the shop."
"Soul."
"What?"
"The name of your coffee shop. I like it."
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Soul |•| Destiel
Fanfiction[completed] "What will you like?" "Coffee. Black. Like my soul." •barista!cas• •firefighter!dean•
