A series of one shots based from suggestions from Tumblr. Textposts.

Sweeter than candy and cooler than... Gabe what goes with cool?

        Sam Winchester quickly dashed across the small lobby, sliding to a stop as his hand caught his jacket. The moose like man pulled on the jacket and glanced over at his brother, who was sweeping the main floor. 

        "Dean! I'm going out for lunch? You want anything? Maybe a salad?" Sam knew his brother would defiantly not accept the offering. 

        "Hell no! I can't live on rabbit food! But, hey, if you wanna get me something swing by the candy store accross the street and get me some candy. I heard they have some good stuff and I'm tied up around here," Dean chuckled at his younger brother. 

        "Fine," Sam sighed and grabbed his wallet before exiting the store. The street wasn't packed full like it usually was, only the occasional couple or dog walker. It was a nice change from the stuffy tattoo parlor that Dean had dragged him into to work for some time. It had been a little over a year now and finally he started to get a hang of the business. 

        The tattoo place was given to them by their father, who had named it Family Business. Inking people, designing things, the Family Business. The saying was made by one of their regulars and Deans favorite costomer, Castiel. Though Sam knew that Castiel didn't get many tattoos and him and Dean did something else while in that back room...

        Sam snapped out of his thoughts as he slowed to a stop in front of his favorite resturaunt he had found while walking around the first day Dean dragged him in. 

        Once Sam entered the familiar atmosphere he smiled and walked up to the ordering place, taking his usual. It only took, say, four minutes before the salad was delievered. 

        The moose paid before leaving the store. He looked into the bag as he walked down the street and towards the candy shop. Dammit. They forgot the drink. Oh well, maybe they had some sort of soda or something at the shop. 

        Walking past the stores linning the streets, Sam made his way to the shop while eating his salad. It was a long walk, yeah, but walking was healthy. The first thing that caught his eye about the shop was the name Celestial Sweets. Odd name. It seemed fitting though for whatever reason. 

        Sam strolled into the shop, throwing his bag into a trash can he spotted. 

        He threw (well, more like tossed) a few items onto the counter. Something called Angelic Delight, which was a chocolate, along with Trickster sweets, which was a mixture of a few different kind of candies that Sam was getting for himself. Yeah, candy was his guilty pleasure. 

        Sam looked at who was at the counter, then sorta froze. The man was an angel. Metaphorically speaking. Eyes like shunshine shinning through an aged glass of whiskey and lips that could kill. Sure, he was a little short compared to the gigantic moose man, but man come on. What did that matter. 

        "Umm.. hello, Moose?" Sam was snapped out of his thoughts by the man being the counter waving a hand in front of his face," Earth to Moose." 

        "My name's not moose," Sam mumbled and hit the hand out of his face. 

        "And we have landing!" The man smirked and looked at the stuff Sam hd placed on the counter. "Anything else, not-moose?" 

        "Do you guys have any soda? Like cola or something?" Sam asked, tapping his fingers on the counter in a rapid four beat pattern. No idea why. It just came to his head. 

        "Cassie!" The shorter man yelled," Get a coke for gargantuan over here!" 

        After a few moments, the one Sam recconized as Castiel, came to the counter with a soda in hand. He set it on the counter and looked at Sam.