Michael came in and grumbled his order: black coffee.
Castiel offered to get it while Balthazar gathered Michael's money.
He realized that there was no more coffee grounds in the front.
So he went to the back.
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Soul |•| Destiel
Fanfiction[completed] "What will you like?" "Coffee. Black. Like my soul." •barista!cas• •firefighter!dean•
