midnight hour at a coffee shop

Hoodies are so last season

Hello!

So as promised here is the second chapter

I hope you enjoy reading.

        It was almost two weeks later when Dean finally walked, well more of stumbled, back into that same coffee shop. He didn't know why he went there. He had just gotten into his impala and started driving, looking for some place, any place. One that would be open, and that wasn't a club. The last thing Dean needed was to go to some club. The Coffee shop, as before was nearly empty, the same all to perky barista with an all to bright smile, and a shirt with a logo from a band that Dean had never heard of. But more importantly there was the same man. Wearing a different obnoxious scarf, and if was possible his hair was even stuck up in more places, as if he had just had some girl grabbing at it. That idea made a wave of nausea role over Dean.

        Dean walked over to the girl. His hands stuck into the pockets of his sweatshirt the hood of it, over his own slightly less messy hair.

"Coffee please, black, leave room for cream" he grunted out.

        "that will be all?" the woman asked, she didn't have a bad voice, it was soft but firm. As if she wasn't trying to flirt with Dean nor patronize him. It was refreshing to be honest.

        "Yes" He replied curtly, Dean had never been one to be good at small talk. He shoved a crinkled up half ripped five dollar bill onto the counter, hating that the coffee here was so damn expensive. He collected his change and moved back over to the window, continuing his usual, slightly creepy pass time of people watching. While also trying desperately to ignore the feeling that someone was staring at him.

        "You know hoodies are so last season" Said an almost ridiculously gravely voice. One that made a shiver go down Deans spine. Slowly, gingerly, he turned to face the subject of the voice. He nearly gasped when he saw who it was. Dean should not have been so surprised, there were only so many people that could have said it, but still he had always thought that the boys voice would be higher, or slightly less forty year old smoker, but for some stupid reason it was even better.

        Dean swallowed realizing he had been silent for the past minute, and had been blatantly staring at the boy. "y-yes i am aware of the fashion trends but I simply live for defying them" He snarked back, his words growing less and less hesitant as he spoke.

        Then the odd boy let out a short laugh, and for a second everything else didn't seem to matter as much and Dean was not one for saying cheesy things but this guys laugh made him want to smile, made him want to grin from ear to ear.

stop

He had to remind himself not to do anything stupid.

        "You know kid, I think I might not tell the fashion police on you for that horridness sweatshirt, just because you didn't order a drink that was ninety five percent sugar" He said, sitting down in the seat next to Dean, almost invading Deans personal space.

        Dean raised an eyebrow. "You noticed what I ordered?" He asked, unable to keep from smiling at Castiel.

        "I think you will find that I am a very observant person." He said in a tone Dean could tell that there was some other meaning behind. One that Dean had no chance of understanding.

        "Interesting, though i would think you it would be hard to observe me considering you always seem to be very invested in that computer." Dean says glancing down towards the small lap top that Castiel had set down on the table.

        "Well you see I can focus on many things at once." He replied his hand running over the top of the computer, in a sort of way one would pet a cat. Dean snorted rolling his eyes.

        "well i am glad that you have the capability to stalk while being obsessed with a computer" Dean retorted, shifting in his seat so that he was facing this boy.

        "it's not stalking just observing, and I mean, come on, you are a very difficult person to ignore" He said with a very irritating smirk.

Dean let out a soft confused laugh. "What exactly do you mean by that?"

        "Well I mean you are kinda rocking the whole mysterious bed head midnight patron thing. It's very alluring" He stated with a shrug. A light blush spreading over Deans cheeks making his freckles stand out. Quickly he grabbed his coffee taking a sip, trying desperately to hide his reaction to this guys comment.

        "Yeah well you are kinda rocking the whole nerdy weird stalker midnight patron thing" Dean reposted, biting his bottom lip gently.

"Why thank you...I'm Castiel by the way, unless you want to keep calling me stalker"

        "I don't know stalker does have a very nice ring to it." Dean joked tapping his finger against his chin, as if he was actually considering it.

"Fine but if you do, then i am gonna to call bed head boy"

        "fine fine, if I must I'll call you Castiel," He said. "and you can call me Dean, just by the way" Dean added on quickly, not wanting to be called Bed Head Boy.

        Dean talked to Castiel for the rest of the suddenly very short night, until the red haired woman, had informed them that she had to close the coffee shop. Dean was terrified by how easy it was to talk to Castiel. They had talked about nothing and everything, he learned that Castiel had a big family that he was not on great terms with. And was majoring in english at university of Washington. And Dean had told him about his younger brother going to college at Stanford. And the entire night was scarily easy.

        Dean drove slowly back to the apartment, looking towards the bedroom weakly before grabbing the ratty old blanket that he kept in the corner and curled up in the lazy boy recliner, falling into a sleep filled with the image of an annoying smirk and a pair of blue eyes.