The coffee shop closed at 6, which gave Cas a little more than an hour to get ready.
He rushed back to his apartment and argued with him self on wheter or not if the attire was causal or nice.
Eventually, Castiel looked up The Roadhouse to find that it was in fact, not formal or nice but hella casual. He looked down at what he was wearing (white shirt, blue tie, black pants, and a trenchcoat of course) and gave out a small sigh. "Damn."
But why was he worrying? It's not like it was a date. It was just two guys having a friendly meal talking. Totally chill. Right?
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Soul |•| Destiel
Fanfiction[completed] "What will you like?" "Coffee. Black. Like my soul." •barista!cas• •firefighter!dean•
