Castiel is the reserved, interesting owner of a tattoo parlor off of the main boardwalk in sunny Florida, a vacationer's best friend. His life is fairly simple, nothing to talk about, nothing to complain about. He's simple, and he likes it. Every morning is the same: he sits on an iron par bench across from his little parlor, eating a cinnamon sugar bagel from the vendor down the boardwalk. He sits there until he sees the lights flicker on in the shop next to his, a little flower boutique called "Flowers by De". Most people who saw that sign automatically assumed that De was a young woman fresh out of college or an old lady just short of retiring, but Castiel knew that De was merely a shortened version of a four-letter name. The name Dean.
(*DISCLAIMER* I WROTE THIS BASED OFF OF A TUMBLR POST. I DO NOT OWN THE ORIGINAL IDEA NOR DEAN AND CASTIEL. I ONLY OWN THE EVENTS IN THE STORY).
Originally posted on my AO3, LessonsFromMoths