Starstruck (Destiel)

Dean hasn’t had much luck in the way of jobs lately. He was just fired as a mechanic and took a waiter job. He didn’t find it too bad because he got great tips and I’m sure the good looks and flirting has something to do with it. The bus boys were jealous but some nights Dean was generous enough to share with them. Heck some of them were high schoolers who needed gas money.

He flirts with anyone who sits at his tables. Women are easier whereas the men are more of a challenge. He liked standing over then and occasionally breaks them by tapping their foot with his. That gets their attention and he goes in for the kill with a wink. He found that once you break a guy he leaves a most generous tip. Doesn’t always work and his manager has had to talk to him a couple of times but Dean has bigger dreams and wants to save enough cash and get noticed. Dean has always loved the movies and dreams of being in them.

He was setting up for the evening rush and a man with glasses and reading a book sat at one of his tables. Dean stared at him while setting wine glasses on the tables. He couldn’t help it, he looked familiar but he couldn’t put his finger on it. He moves around the rest of his tables and walks up to him. “Are you ready to order sir?” He doesn’t look up from his book as he orders, “I’ll go put that right in for ya.” He scurried away and placed the order. He waited on a couple of other tables and would steal glances at the man with the book. Dean went back and picked up his order and brings it to the table. “One hot special for the table and here’s your food.” The man looks up and smiles as he takes off his glasses, “thank you.” Dean stutters and walks off and hating himself for losing his cool.

This dinner rush wasn’t as busy as usual and Dean has more time to think and wonder where this mystery man was. He was racking his brain and thinking back to all the recent movies he’s seen. Nothing was coming to mind and he peeks in on him again and see he’s done eating. He saunters to the table, “all done sir?” The man looks up, “yes and pass my compliments to the chef.” Dean picks up his plate, “I’ll do that but just for you.” Dean takes a couple of seconds to admire those baby blues. “I’d like to see a desert menu,” he says with a side wards smile. “Right away,” Dean nearly throws the plate at a bus boy and grabs the menu and glides to the table. “Here you go sir,” handing him the menu. The man takes it, “Please, it’s Castiel.” Dean sucks in a breath and Castiel hums while thinking about his selection.

Then it hits Dean. His eyes grow wide and he gulps as he realizes where he last saw this man. Or the last time he saw him was on a small screen on his back. Dean tries not to let on that he now knows what he does and tries for a big tip. “If I order the chocolate mousse can I get extra whip cream?” Dean fidgets a bit, “You can get anything you want,” but before Dean could wink Castiel beats him to it. “I-I’ll go put that order in.” In the back Dean catches his breath. Is a porn star really coming on to me? He grabs the desert and carries it to the table and notices Castiel is watching his every move. He puts the plate on the table, “thank you,” Castiel says grazing Dean’s hand. “you’re welcome Cas.” Their eyes don’t leave each other’s, “Cas. I like that,” he leans in, “but I’d like to hear you yell it.” Dean drops his eyes and smiles. Cas gets Dean’s attention by tapping his foot, “I’d like to take this to go.”

“I-I,” chuckles “I’ll get you a box Cas.” Dean walks away and Cas gathers up his book and pays. Dean comes back with a box and uses the fork to carefully and nervously place the desert inside. A bit of whipped cream gets on his finger and he closes the lid. He looks to Cas and smiles. Cas grabs Deans wrist and raises it towards his mouth. He isolates the finger with the cream on it and licks it off. Dean bites his lip and ignores the stares from the other tables. Dean runs his hand along his arm, “I just have to go clock out.” He winks at Cas and runs to the back. He sheds his apron and throws it in the laundry. He throws his leather coat on and makes a b-line for Cas.