The café bustled, the tinkle from the door constant, and the sound of the espresso machine continued dully throughout the day. Oh, it was his favourite place to be, the smell of coffee wafting through the room, fresh pastries that made his mouth water.
It was quaint. A brick wall with a painting of a meadow in the North, a wall of customer doodles in the West, and a window wall in the East. Fairy light filled mason jars hung from the ceiling, swaying slightly whenever someone opened the door.
It was a magical place to be. How Castiel loved it. He loved the people, despite the occasional rude customers. He loved when the little calico came to visit, rubbing up against his shin as he served the people outside.
His apartment gave off the same vibe. Warm, safe, and it felt like home.
Life was good. Couldn't get better. That's what he thought. Then the dull green-eyed man came in. He wore a boring, wrinkled, and grey suit with scuffed work shoes. His hair fell to the side, as if he hadn't the energy to fix it. Stubbled lined his jaw and freckles were sprinkled across his face. He was beautiful.
The way he held himself as he sat at the table seemed the slightest bit hopeful, but so exhausted. Castiel got assigned to him. The green-eyed man said he was waiting for someone, and Cas couldn't help but notice that sinking feeling in his gut.
After a solid twenty minutes, both seemed to realize that no one was coming. Castiel walked shyly back to the green-eyed man. He ordered a simple burger. Castiel gave the order to the cook then bought a slice of pie out of his budget. No one deserved this, he thought.
When the burger came out, Castiel scrawled something quickly on a napkin before taking both plates to the customer, giving a small pat to the man's shoulder. That simple gesture sent butterflies erupting in his stomach.
He continued to think about that even after his shift ended. He curled up on his bed, squeezing a pillow, and feeling quite like a school kid. He didn't know the man but oh how he made Castiel feel.
He knew of course that he might never see the green-eyed man again, but he could dream. And did he dream. He dreamt so hard it scared Tofu, his little sphinx, off the bed.
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5D808E - Destiel
FanfictionPoor old office Dean, perhaps he wishes he were Dean Smith, but no in this story, he works in a cubicle, he suits are grey and wrinkles, as is his hair. He's just tired of life, looking for a way out. I believe that he found a way out when Castiel c...
