Promises Made, Promises Kept |DESTIEL|

Chapter One

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"I can help who's next," Cas called. A tall alpha typing away at his phone stepped up to the counter. Cas could tell he was a business man from the charcoal grey suit he was wearing.

"Hi, what can I get you today?" Cas asked. The alpha glanced up to look at the menu above Cas's head, and the omega drew up short. Fuck, but the guy was handsome. His face was so perfectly symmetrical, it looked like it had been sculpted; his cheekbones and jawline were sharp, but his lips looked so soft. His eyes, a striking green, were made even more so by the green shirt he wore. Cas tried not to stare, chanting his personal mantra of "Don't be creepy" in his head as he waited for the man to order.

"Uh..." The alpha stared at the menu, his eyebrows furrowing. "Sorry, I..." He brought his eyes down to meet Cas's, and the rest of the sentence faltered. Cas blushed but preened internally. Yeah, he knew he was pretty. The alpha's smile turned flirtatious. "I probably should have had my order ready," he finished, and Cas smiled.

"It's okay; what do you usually get?" Cas asked, and the alpha shrugged, his eyes locked onto Cas.

"I honestly don't know; my assistant usually buys my coffee, but she's out sick today." He admitted.

"Okay. What does the drink taste like? Or how bout this, is it hot or cold?"

"Hot. Very hot." He said, his voice dropping an octave as his eyes skimmed Cas's body again. Cas's stomach fluttered, and he giggled. Yeah, he fucking giggled.

"Is it usually flat on top or does it have foam?" Cas asked.

"It has foam, but not too much. I hate all that foam on top," the alpha confided, and Cas perked up at that.

"Wait, is your assistant Hannah?" Cas asked, and the alpha's eyes widened.

"Yes! Do you know her?" He asked, trying to sound casual.

"Hannah and I go way back." Cas assured him. The alpha's eyes sparked with curiosity, but he didn't ask. "So then you're the cinnamon dolce latte with light foam on top?" Cas guessed, but the alpha still shrugged.

"I guess; I mean, it tastes like cinnamon."

"Yep, then that's it. Grande like usual?" He confirmed.

"That's medium, right?" The alpha asked, squinting his eyes. Cas chuckled and nodded. "Then yeah, medium's fine."

"Perfect. Can I get a name for this?" Cas asked, pulling out the marker.

"Dean." The alpha answered. Cas carefully wrote the name on the cup, hand trembling with excitement; he could feel the alpha staring at him. He set the cup aside and told Dean the price. Dean handed over his card so Cas could swipe it.

"Your drink will be ready at the counter down there." Cas pointed to the end of the counter as he handed Dean back his card.

"Thank you..." Dean reached to take the card and arched an eyebrow at Cas.

The omega blushed as he replied, "Cas."

Dean smiled, "Cas... I like it." Cas smirked and found that he suddenly didn't mind being a little creepy if it meant he got to stare at Dean all day.

Dean tapped the counter with his finger twice before he strode toward the end of the counter to wait for his drink. Cas forced his attention on to the next customer.

Once Dean had received his latte, he headed for the door. "See you around, Cas," He called as he walked out.

"Do you know who that was?" Meg murmured to Cas as she stepped up behind him, eyes wide with recognition.