No Words

Chapter 4: The Gangster

Sam Winchester Wednesday, November 7th, 2018

   Sam walked into the café. He was barely on time and took over Benny's shift.

   It was four in the morning, and Sam was more tired and more irritable than usual. He didn't understand why the owner, Ellen, thought that a café should be running 24/7. He didn't want to be fired, so he wasn't going to complain. In the end, money's money. No one in Lawrence, Kansas was ever awake at this time unless you were working here.

   He had to wait four hours before someone actually walked in. It was one of the no-good gangsters, well, as Sam called them, that ran around this part of town.

   "Hey, kiddo, I'll take a strawberry double-shot espresso with whipped cream on top," the man ordered.

   "What do we look like, Alistair? A fucking Starbucks? We don't have that. Order what's on the menu or don't order," Sam snapped at the "gangster".

    "You listen here, kid. I will beat your ass if you don't show some respect!" Alistair yelled in that nasally voice of his.

   There were a few seconds of awkward glaring and silence before two men walked in.

      Sam put on a smile. These were new customers, and that was good. Plus, Sam may or may not have thought the blonde one was hot as hell.

      "What would you like, sir, and please order off the menu," Sam stressed the word "sir" as much as was humanly possible.

    "I don't like what's on your menu!" Alistair exclaimed.

    "You come in here every day! You order the same thing! For at least a year! And now we're not good enough for you?" Sam inquired.

   "What happened to the respect?" Alistair asked, getting pissed.

   Sam knew a fight would ensue. He didn't overly care. Sam just wanted to get the new customers, who would probably never come back, to leave.

    "Maybe you should leave," Sam offered, pointedly looking at the beautiful, blonde stranger.

   Upon further inspection, the man was well fit, and his blue eyes practically sparkled. The long-sleeved shirt he was wearing showed off his chest and arm muscles. Sam liked what he saw.

   Now was clearly not the time to think those thoughts, especially since he would probably never see them again, but why not enjoy the eye candy?

   Then, the other man, with black hair and the same blue eyes, walked up to Alistair. He tapped him on the shoulder and decked him in the face when Alistair turned around.

   This guy was clearly ripped, although Sam couldn't really see anything under the trenchcoat. Alistair was knocked out instantly, and his nose was bleeding.

   "Oh no! I got your floor all bloody! I'm truly sorry!" The dark-haired man said. The blonde man was just smirking. "I'll clean it up," He stated, snatching a napkin.

   After he thoroughly cleaned the floor, he nudged Alistair out of the way with his foot so he could walk up closer to the counter. Now that Sam was thinking about it, the whole thing was comical.

  The nonchalant attitude toward Alistair was clearly a facade, but it was funny.

   "Castiel Novak," The man introduced himself, thrusting his hand outward.

   "Sam Winchester," He said cheekily.

   "Winchester... are you related to Dean?" Castiel asked.

   Then, the realization hit Sam like a truck.

   "You're my brother's soulmate," Sam remarked. He remembered the strange name his brother had said to him the previous night.

    "I believe so," Castiel smiled.

   "And the thing over there is my brother, Lucifer," He continued, pointing to the attractive man.

   Lucifer flipped Castiel off when he called him "that thing".

    "Well, what would you like to drink?" Sam asked, forgetting about the unconscious body.

   Sam gave Castiel the two drinks. He saw that Lucifer was communicating through sign language. He understood some of it from his deaf friend, Eileen.

     Lucifer signed something about hot. Maybe the coffee was too hot?

   When they finished, Lucifer walked up to hand Sam the money. There was a red tint on his face.

   Sam thought the coffee had done that from the warmth and he started to feel guilty. As Lucifer handed him the money, his sleeve rolled up a little. Sam saw a very familiar wing. He just stared at it.

   Eventually, Lucifer got a worried look on his face. Sam smiled warmly at him and rolled up his sleeve, revealing the black ink.

   Castiel ran up to see if something was wrong and squealed at the sight.

   Lucifer's jaw was dropped and Castiel gave him a huge hug.

   Sam leaped over the counter and wrapped his soulmate into a tight embrace. Thankfully, Lucifer returned it with the same amount of affection and happiness.