It was supposed to be the other way around, dammit! If Cas wanted to ask questions, Dean should have given him his number. Dammit it he was such an idiot! He probably scared Dean away and he was never going to be in touch with him!
Cas paced up and down the shop thinking this as he mentally face palmed himself over and over again.
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Soul |•| Destiel
Fanfiction[completed] "What will you like?" "Coffee. Black. Like my soul." •barista!cas• •firefighter!dean•
