Feathers and Fluff (One Shots) {Destiel}

Pizza Delivery

It was Thrusday night. Like any other Thursday night, Castiel had nothing else to do, so one time he decided to order pizza and kick back with a movie. However, when the pizza got there, he couldn't stop staring at the boy who brought it.

He was just a tad bit taller than Cas, and had short light brownish blonde hair up in a little quiff in the front. He had pure green eyes and a little awkward stubble like most teenage boys do. Cas could tell he was the same age, but he had never seen him before, not even at the college he was attending right down the street from his apartment.

Since then, Castiel always ordered pizza every Thursday, in hopes of seeing the beautiful boy again. 

Castiel waited this Thursday eagerly for the boy. It had been months since he started weekly ordering and he was planning on asking the boy to stay for a while, casually offer for him to take a break from work. He didn't exactly know if the boy was straight, hell, he didn't exactly know his name either. The boy never wore a name tag, so he just tried to make conversation without the use of names, although the boy always read the name on the receipt, so he always called Cas 'Mr. Novak'. The first couple of times it made Castiel blush, but now it just felt like routine, but hopefully that routine would change tonight.

Castiel hadn't been looking for a relationship since his last one, with a boy named Crowley. He was like a demon, always taking, and treating Cas like crap. Not to mention he cheated on Cas, with a ginger named Abbadon, who Cas had known since middle school. That was about three years ago, but Castiel was so fragile that he always thought it was his fault, so he let it pull him down for three years. 

Until this boy came along. Whenever he came, he brought a smile to Cas' face without even trying or noticing that he was. Thursdays became Castiel's favorite days, just to see him, and he hoped after tonight, it wouldn't just be on Thursdays, but rather, daily.

The doorbell rang, and Castiel pratically hurdled over the couch and threw himself at the door, composing himself before opening the door. Just as expected, the green-eyed boy stood there in his red shirt, black pants, and cute little red hat, his quiff poking out from under the edge. He held out the pizza for Cas to grab, and he did so hesitantly.

"Here you go, Mr. Novak. A pepperoni and sausage pizza, as usual," the boy beamed, tapping the box pointing to the receipt, "That'll be five dollars."

"Oh, yea, sure," Cas stumbled, reaching into his pocket for an Lincoln-faced dollar, handing it to the boy.

"Thank you," the boy somewhat bowed a bit, "Have a lovely evening."

"Wait," Castiel softly reached out for the boy's arm, "What's your name?"

The boy looked a little shocked at the sudden spark of interest in his weekly customer with his own personal life, "Uhmm, Dean."

"Dean," Castiel repeatedly fondly, "Well, I'm Castiel."

"Sure beats Mr. Novak," Dean laughed, "Or can I call you Cas?"

He already gave me a nickname. Off to a good start. Time to reel him in.

"That's fine, I suppose," Cas laughed, "Hey, Dean, would you like to... stay for a bit?"

Dean's eyes widened, "Well," he rubbed at the back of his neck, "I'm kinda on shift."

"Can't you just stay for some dinner, I got pizza," Castiel lifted the box.

"Oh nice, in that case," Dean joked, "Sure, I guess I can take a few minutes."

"Good," Cas turned to head back into the room to place the pizza on the table, turning around to see Dean still standing outside the door, "Well, come in."