Around 1pm, his morning people grabbed their things and left, occasionally leaving a tip behind in the jar.
The jar was for Castiel's hopes to travel the world.
Sure, he opened this shop on his own and must stay dedicated to it, but that doesn't mean that he wanted to stay glued to the town he has grown up in forever.
1pm-3pm was the slow period. No one came in and this left Castiel alone. He put his elbow on the counter and rested his chin on his hand, waiting. Cas could really use some company right now...
He travelled to the back to count the stock (as if they would be out, since Cas would always restock way before they were out). He walked by the mirror and made sure that there were no stains on his ironed, white shirt and his blue tie. His hair was sticking up in several places, and the dark circles remained under his eyes. Cas could probably fix his hair...
Suddenly, he heard the bell chime, signaling a new customer. His ears perked at the sound and he checked his watch. 1:45pm
That's unusual..
When he walked back to the counter, his heart skipped a beat. Dean Winchester was standing there, looking up at the menu
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Soul |•| Destiel
Fanfiction[completed] "What will you like?" "Coffee. Black. Like my soul." •barista!cas• •firefighter!dean•
