Wrong number? //destiel//

Coffee

Dean met with Sam in the afternoon, brought him the draft of his chapter to read. They met at Deans favourite coffee shop, the windows steamed from the hot drinks, the aroma of chocolate and coffee beans filing the air. Dean had ordered his pumpkin spiced latte, Sam opting for a tea since he was on some new fangled caffeine free diet.
"So, how are you getting on?" Sam asks once they're seated in the corner booth. Dean prefers this one, he can watch the shop from here. "I'm struggling. This is what I have so far," an inch thick file landing on the table, "and it's crap. It's random shit written at 4am after-" There's a slight pause, where Dean debates wanting to share Castiel with Sam or not. "After a cup of coffee I seriously regretted, but it's crap Sam. I don't know what I'm doing." "Well I'll take a look at it, give you back in a few days yeah?"

Dean nods, the taste of pumpkin on his tongue as he sips it. Sam chuckles and hands him a napkin. "Nice moustache." "Shut up. How's Jess?" There's an intake of breathe and a swallow of tea before Sam's staring at the table. "Uh yeah..we broke up.." "What? When?" "A week ago" "And you didn't tell me?" "I didn't know what to say Dean. 'Hey I broke up with my girlfriend, you know the one I'd been dating for nearly 3 years' " There's an irritation to both men's voices, though they know it's not at each other and more from the topic of conversation that Dean now partially regrets. "Look Sam, I'm sorry. I didn't know and I understand it you don't want to talk about it, I don't blame you, but you know I'm here." Dean doesn't offer his support very often, prefers more to dwell in his apartment and bury his feelings in his typewriter and shitty romance movies. He's a very manly man. "I know Dean, thank you. I'll take you up on it at some point but I'm just..it's too fresh I guess." Dean nods and sips his coffee. Sam sighs and leans back, quirking an eyebrow when Deans phone pings. "That's been going off all day, who is it?" Dean knows exactly who it is, doesn't even need to check to know it's Castiel.
"Hey mr famous author." Dean frowns and quickly abandons his coffee, and his brother, in favour of Castiel.
"Mr famous author?"
"Yes! Why didn't you tell me you were an author?"
"Never came up in conversation? But I'm not that famous."
"Dean please. You have 3 number one best sellers. That makes you as popular as John Green or Lewis Carol!" Dean chuckles, which attracts Sams attention. "Who's got you all happy?" "Hmm?" "Smiley. Who's got you all happy?" Dean glances back at the phone.
"I wish I was that famous. But thanks I guess. Who told you about me?"

"No one. Just some guy." "Oh really? Does this guy have a name?" Dean doesn't really appreciate the glint in Sams eyes, nor the matching smirk that accompanies it. "His names Cas-Castiel" Cas was his name. And Dean had no right to be possessive of it, but Cas liked it and he'd made it up so therefore, Dean believed it belonged to him. "Castiel? Like Angel of Thursday Castiel?" "The very one." "Nice. How'd you meet?" "We haven't. He text me by accident and we haven't stopped."
"No one. I decided to drag Gabriel out the house," Dean takes a mental note on the name, "and we went to his favourite bookstore. I happened to come across a book with the name of the guy I've been texting scrawled across it, no photo sadly, and questioned why said man hadn't informed me of this job."
"Oh really?" Dean looks up. "It's not like that Sam, we're just talking. He needed help last night and I helped him. That's all, just talking. Just..friends I guess?" He wasn't entirely sure what they were. Two random guys having a chat over text about Deans number one seller that he's not a fan of, because lets be honest he's not a fan of his writing in general. Comes with the territory of being an author.
"Well it never came up in conversation. I'd like to point out, dear Castiel, that I don't know about you either." "Well what do you want to know Dean?" "A second name, for a start. Or are you one of those guys that likes to be all mysterious and only has a first name?" He's entirely forgotten about Sam now, not that Sam seems to mind since he's grabbing Deans file and beginning to flick through it.
"As much as I'd love to be that guy, nope. Names Novak." Dean tries the name on his tongue and decides he enjoys it, so naturally tries it again. Sam glances at him. "Novak?" Dean smiles. "Nice name isn't it? Has a ring to it." "New character or something?" Dean frowns for a second. It did have a ring, an air of sophistication almost but at the same time, something rebellious about it. "Maybe. I'm not sure."
"I like it. Tell me Novak, got a job? A hobby? Favourite color?"
"Jesus Dean calm down. One question at a time. Yes, I work, ironically, in Gabriel's favourite bookstore but I help out in the music studio sometimes, work the sound booth. Let me see. Painting, reading, texting men with amazing voices. And I suppose green?"

Dean sorts through the information. Cas works in a bookshop. Dean ponders for a second how he's never seen his books then, but in the end decides he doesn't really care, he's just glad Cas has the same taste as him. Music; Dean listened to it and supposes he'd like to know more about what goes on behind the cd. Dean would love to paint. He'd give anything to paint, but he was like a 4 year old when he painted. Lines and scribbles and just a mess to be entirely honest. He was still proud. He can't agree with the whole green thing, mainly because his eyes are too green to be natural. But he can always avoid showing Cas his eyes, and - wait. Dean scrolls back a second and re-reads the text.

"Amazing voices? You think I have an amazing voice?" He has no idea why he's asking because clearly he's overthinking. Its just a compliment, a sentence thrown into the wind. He begins to worry when there isn't a reply after five minutes. Ten minutes. "Sam, do you think it's stupid to become attached to someone you've only spoken to a grand total of three times?" "What?" Dean chews his lip. "Well, I've spoken to Cas three times and now he won't reply and I don't know, I'm worried that I pushed him too far or somethings happened." He shakes his head. "I'm going crazy. Nevermind."
"Well yeah. I'm praying to god that you never lose that voice. I'd be very upset if you did, and you better tell me that you sing or I swear"
Dean sighs and rubs a hand over his face. What was this guy doing to him?