Pretty Green Eyes, Pretty Bad Coffee.

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The door of Cas's favorite coffee shop clangs shut as he walks through it. Wiping the snow off his shoulders, Cas scans the shop for a seat as he waits in line.
Without looking up he says, "The usual, please."
"Uhm, what is the usual exactly?" A shy voice mumbles from behind the counter.
Cas moves his eyes from the pastry display to the bright green eyes of a confused young man. Cas smiles as he knocks over a cup and tries to kick it under the counter.
"Black coffee with milk. Are you new here?"
"Started yesterday. Still learning. That was.... Black coffee with sugar right?"
"Milk." Cas replies laughing. "So... Dean," he says, eyeing his name tag and taking his coffee. "Do you like it here?"
"It's pretty nice. Everyone's nice. It's-"
"Nice?" Cas smiles. Dean nods and blushed.
"Yeah." Dean says shyly.
Cas turns around and begins to walk towards his table, only stopped by the words of Dean.
"I'm on break!" Dean calls after him. "Could I come sit with you?"
Cas smiles warmly and smirks, giving the quite attractive boy a signal to follow.
They sit down at a table for two, Dean smiling as Cas sips his coffee. They make small talk for an hour and, somehow, end up holding hands. Cas doesn't stop it, knowing Dean is enjoying the contact.
"How about a hot chocolate?" Dean suggests cheekily. "On the house."
"Why not?" Cas agrees.
After taking his coffee he waves at Dean who replies with a subtle smirk and wink.
Cas had barely made it out the door before he noticed Dean's phone number scrawled in sharpie. Followed by a heart. Cas chuckles and begins to slip the cardboard cover from the cup. As it slides down, Cas notices a small paper folded into a neat little square. Cas smiles and pulls it out. The little paper is warm and slightly damp from being against the cup. Once he unfolds it, he sees that Dean wrote him a little note.
'Hey Cas! I get off at 7:00 an I was thinking we could do something. Just call me and let me know! :)'
Cas smiles at the boyishness of the note and heads home, whistling.
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Cas glances at the clock, it reads '7:15'. He doesn't want to seem too eager. But he is. He's so ready to have the movie night he has planned. So he picks up the phone and calls.
After the third ring, a slightly raspy voice answers. "Hello?"
Cas smiles brightly at the sound begins talking animatedly. "So, I have the movie The Avengers, Age of Ultron. And I have plenty of beer and popcorn and junk food. So I was thinking I could pick you up an bring you back to my place." Cas is babbling and he knows it.
Dean chuckles and gives a breathless little. "Yeah. That's sounds great. I'll text you my address."
Cas restrained the squeal that's building in his throat. As soon as the text comes through, Cas is in his car and on his way. On the ten minute drive, Cas manages to work himself up into a frenzy at least four times.
At the house, Cas jumps out of the car and sprints to the front door, heart pounding like a jackhammer. He rings the doorbell and is met by the most wonderful sight. Dean is wearing low hanging sweatpants and a striped sweater that show a strip of his Kalvin Klein boxers. 'Or briefs' Cas thinks.
Cas re-enters the car, this time with Dean in tow. They make small talk while Cas drives them back to his flat. Once there, Cas opens Dean's door for him and leads him inside.
Once inside Dean goes through Cas's books and records that he has proudly displayed. Cas is a bit of a nerd.
Dean chuckles an looks at Cas with a raised brow, holding a record.
Cas chuckles awkwardly and says "Yah. I like Elvis."
Dean grins, "I can dig Elvis."
Cas smiles wide and says "Everything is all ready. LETS GET READ TO RUMMMMMBLE!"
Cas blushes at his own stupid joke, rushing to the couch. Dean just smiles at him and follows.
Sometime during the movie, and the eating of all of Cas's snacks, Dean an Cas end up cuddled together on the couch. When Cas realizes this, he is a bit disconcerted that the younger man is the big spoon. But if he's completely honest, he likes it. And before he can think, he's telling Dean exactly that. Dean chuckles and pecks Cas's cute little nose, looking deeply into those blue oceans.
Quietly, so as not to spook Cas, Dean asks. "Hey hot stuff, wanna be my boyfriend?"
Dean's only response from Cas is a light peck and a vigorous nod.