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no cheese please (destiel)

in which castiel is an impatient waitor, and dean keeps changing his mind about the foodhe wants, just to see the frustrated look on his cute server's face.

I wrote this during biology, so it's short. enjoy the gif above.

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"Your cheeseburger, sir." Castiel lays the plate down on the table, and refills his customer's glass.

The man in the booth gives the sandwich a once-over, flipping over the bun to examine it.

"Is everything alright?" Castiel asks him. It's late, and his shift is nearly up. Cas doesn't know how many more picky customers he can take. All he wants is to go back to his apartment, and enjoy his weekend while watching the new episode of The Walking Dead.

"Actually, no," says the man. "Everything is not all right. I specifically said no cheese."

"It's a cheeseburger," Cas says. He took the man's order earlier, and recalled no such request. "Yes. With no cheese," the man says almost smugly. Cas can almost see a hint of a smirk on his face.

All he can do is sigh, and hold back a string of words that he would like nothing more than to shout at this guy. He picks up the plate, and heads back into the kitchen. Who orders a cheeseburger with no cheese anyway?

Cas strides back to the table with a new steaming burger, and sets it down. "Where are the fries? And the pickles on the side?" The man asks.

Cas clenches his teeth. "You didn't ask for pickles or fries."

"I did. This service is horrible."

It takes everything inside of Castiel not to refuse to serve the man and drive home. Unfortunately, as a collage student, he can't afford to lose his job. He retreats into the kitchen for the third time.

Castiel really shouldn't have been surprised when the man turned his nose up at the food once again.

"What is it now?" He asks him, more rudely than he probably should've.

"A cheeseburger with no cheese? Do you really expect me to eat that? You know on second thought, got any pie?"

Cas is absolutely fuming at this point. "This is what you ordered, sir. And unfortunately my shift is up."

"Great. Then sit down."

Cas is a little taken aback. "What?"

"Sit down. Fry?" He holds out a French fry to him.

"I don't understand."

"Honestly I just enjoy that impatient, angry look on your face. It's cute, really."

"Cute?"

"Yeah. Take your apron off. Stay awhile. Come on, humour me."

"I'd really rather not." Castiel is incredibly confused at this change in behavior. The guy flipped it like a light switch.

"Dude. Are you research? Because I want to slam you on the table and do you all night long."

Cas raises an eyebrow. He hasn't had anyone hit on him in a while, and he can't say he's not a little shocked. This man certainly isn't typical, but something is intriguing about him. And if this guy really likes him, he has a funny way of showing it.

Without giving himself time to think about it. Castiel sits across from the him. "Dirty pickup lines aren't my thing," He says. "They're cheesy."

"Unlike this burger." The man grins, winking at Cas. He can't stop the chuckle that slips out, or the tiny smile that followed. He didn't expect to sit down next to him, but he did.

He hadn't expected that he'd be willing to try to get to get to know him, but he did.

He did, however, expect to go back to his apartment that night, but surely not with someone else.

But he did.