Wayward - [A Destiel AU]

Chapter 1

Ok, so maybe I lied. I haven't written the whole thing, but i wrote the first couple of chapters and wanted to see what you guys thought. Any extra prompts, constructive criticism or new ideas would be greatly appreciated. Here we go!

-Charlie .x

If only looks could kill.

'I don't know you,' Dean said firmly. 'Okay? I don't know you and I want you out of my café.'

'Not your café, sweetie.' Cas countered cheekily, dimples growing in his cheeks. 'You can't kick me out.'

'I'll get my boss. He can.' The taller man threatened.

Cas didn't stop smiling. 'Do you really want me kicked out? Come on, baby, you promised me a dance.'

A little bit of rage grew within Dean, along with a little something else. Longing. No one had tried this hard to get him to stay for a long time.

'I told you.' He said through gritted teeth. 'Raincheck.'

Cas pouted at him. 'I thought we had something, baby,' he mocked, tilting his head sideways like a pathetic puppy.

'Will you stop calling me that?'

'What?'

'You know.'

'Go on, baby, say it.'

'That! I'm not your baby.'

Cas started to chuckle. 'Can I at least get a milkshake? You know which one's my favourite.' He slapped a ten dollar note onto the tall bench between them and winked. 'Keep the change.'

Dean grabbed the money, stuffing it into the till and slamming it shut. 'I'll put poison in your oh-so-special milkshake, I swear to God.' He muttered under his breath angrily while he turned his back on Cas and walked behind the desk towards the milkshake machine. Darting a quick glance back, he watched Cas rake a hand through his floppy hair, lightly pulling his quiff back up. Dean let himself smile a little bit as he remembered when he used to be the one ruffling Cas's hair. Kicking himself for remembering, he started on the milkshake. He remembered to add an extra packet of sugar. It was almost an automatic action, as he knew it was what Cas liked most in his caramel milkshakes.

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When the boys were nine, they met at school and became instant friends. Tiny, bad-ass Dean would come in a little late every day and sass the teacher as he sat down, making the whole class laugh. Cas was in awe of him every day and was too shy to talk to him until he spilled his drink on him once, ruining his favourite shirt.

'I'm sorry.' Cas mumbled, standing behind Dean as he tried to get the apple juice out of his grey t shirt. Dean was annoyed, but waved him off.

'Ah, it's alright.' He almost shot Cas a smile as he watched him in the foggy primary school excuse for a mirror, but thought a little better of it and ducked his head back down to examine the stain. 'I'll get my dad to wash it out for me.' He frowned for a second, then turned the taps off and shook his head. 'I think apple juice comes out in the wash.'

'Yeah.' Cas said shyly. 'I think so.'

Dean turned to the smaller boy, and asked for his name. Flattered that the most popular boy in his year even cared, Cas cleared his throat and stood up a little taller.