Baby, Don't Cut

Chapter One

Castiel's POV

I was busting tables when I heard the door chime, looking up to see who it was, my eyes fell on the most beautiful man I'd ever seen. I raced back behind the counter, seeing as I was the only one working front tonight.

"Hello, welcome to The Rib Shack. What can I get you this evening?" I put on my fake smile and recited the line I'd said so many times today.

"Yeah, can I get a Pig n' a Poke?" He asked, looking down and fumbling through his wallet.

"Will this be for here or to go?" I asked looking up only to get lost in his beautiful green eyes.

"Here." He said looking at me like I'd lost my mind.

"Can I get a name for the order sir?" I hesitated a bit. Some people don't like me asking for their name but this damn machine makes me put it in.

He looked puzzled but answered anyway. "Just put Dean."

I typed in the order and read the price of to him, sitting a cup on the counter. "$6.72"

He handed me the money and grabbed his cup, walking to the drink machine.

I watched as he filled his cup and walked back to the counter to wait for his food. He leaned against the wall and I couldn't help but look him over. He was wearing a red flannel shirt, blue jeans and what looked like a second generation leather jacket, maybe a hammy down from his dad or something.

Suddenly I heard Anna call his order signalling it was ready. I grabbed the food and placed it on a tray.

"Here you go Dean. Have a wonderful evening." I slid his tray towards him with a genuine smile on my face.

"Thanks." He grabbed the tray and walked to a table close by, facing the counter.

*A few weeks later*

I'm washing the windows in the store on my manager Uriel's command when the door chimes and Dean walks in. I walk over to the counter and type in his order. He hands me his money and grabs his cup.

"You have his order memorized?" Anna asked from behind me, making me jump.

"Don't do that. You scared me." I huffed and tapped her shoulder.

"Well, are you gonna answer my question?" She twirled a strand of her bright red hair between two fingers.

"He's come in here every day for three weeks now, of course I have it memorized." I tried to act as if I didn't have it stuck in my memory since the first time he walked in.

I walked back out to the dining area and began cleaning tables. People are filthy. I thought to myself as I picked up packets of used ketchup and trash left behind.

"So when do you get off?" I heard his voice behind me.

"Um, what?" I asked not sure if he was talking to me or some one else.

"I asked what time you get off." Dean smiled at me taking a sip from his cup.

"I get off at 11." I smiled back at him, but honestly I was confused.

"That's only," he paused looking at his watch. "ten minutes. I can wait that long. Meet me at the black Impala out front." He smiled again and walked out.

I stood there completely confused and frozen. He wanted me to meet him by his car. What does that mean? Did he wanna talk to me? Did I do something wrong? No I couldn't have done something wrong. I always got his order right, even made sure he had extra fries and what ever else he wanted. Could he have figured out I like him? Damn I wasn't exactly being subtle these last few weeks.