This RP is for -Satans_Spawn- If you're not her, don't respond
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While growing up, Castiel had always heard stories from his mother and father about what humans depicted the supernatural as. They believed that /all/ supernatural monsters were evil creatures who thirsted on the humans 24/7. Now, 270 years ago, that was true to some extent. A lot of monsters didn't have a progressive mindset, because it was either kill or be killed, hunt or be hunted. They didn't have many outs...
But now? Now they had Castiel's Teas, Treats, and Trinkets.
Now I know what you're thinking. A witch owning a potions and necessities shop for monsters disguised as a tea shop in an area populated mostly by humans... how did that work? Well, when you're a 270 year old witch with quite a few tricks up your sleeves, you are capable of running a small business for monsters.
Castiel Novak opened his potion shop in the early to mid 1900s in Sioux Falls, back when humans were less focused on hunting monsters and more focused on building an industrial and urban utopia. When the charm wasn't on his store, it was a tea and antique shop for humans. But when the charm was /on/, it was necessities shop for monsters. Potions, foods, trinkets, anything and everything a monster may need to get by.
Cas was very proud of his business, and so was his older witch brother Gabriel. It was two stories, with the brewery being in the basement, shop on the first floor, and his home / apartment on the second floor. It was his pride and joy, and everyone who came in supported him and thanked him profusely for all his hard work...
But then... there was Dean Winchester.
Cas had met Dean a good five or ten years ago. He was a vampire, a good 300 years old, who moved from Sioux Falls from Lawrence Kansas to work at his Uncle Bobby's auto shop after his father finally passed. He was flirtatious, cocky, loud, and loved making Castiel's life a living hell.
He'd show up during his lunch break and float around Castiel's shop, teasing him, flirting with him, and doing anything he could to annoy Cas. And the really annoying part was that Castiel had the biggest, most embarrassing, humiliating crush on the vampire. And it's gotten to the point where when Dean doesn't fly into his shop at 1 pm, Cas feels disappointed... like how he is now.
Castiel was seated behind the front counter, playing around with a charmed doll. The plush little doll walked about his counter, playing around with a few coins and marbles Cas had set out on the wood. He looked at the time and huffed. 1:30... and still no sign of Dean.
Oh well. He could get some work done instead of moping. So he stood, patting the little doll's head and walking over to the shelves to do inventory.
