Well this is my first attempt at a slow burn... This is an idea that I started when I was in High school... like 12 years ago .. It was a comic I was going to write but I have since abandoned that idea. The story has sloshed around in my mind since then and I finally decided to write it as Destiel.
Warnings will be written per chapter, but the main warnings here will be: Adult themes, Lots of smut, some Bondage. Angst. Destiel.
Castiel wiped down the counter before standing to stretch and straighten his spine. He sighed and looked about his small shop. There was no one in at the moment and Cas was glad. The lunch rush had just gone through and he needed a good moment to tidy before the smaller rush at four. He really disliked it when the shop was messy.
First, he collected the books that had piled on the counter in front and behind him. Books that people had brought in, didn't want or had returned. He then went far back into the shop to return them to their places on the shelves. Far to many of them were going into the Romance section for his personal tastes, but who was he to dictate what his customers read.
Once the books were placed back where they belonged, Castiel went to the tables, picking up mis-matched tea cups and saucers and little plates with crumbs on them. They went into a dishwasher to be cleaned, the tea cups into a sink of soapy water. He let them soak for a moment as he wiped down each of the tables.
This was his routine. What he had done since he had come to this place and inherited this little shop. He couldn't' complain. He enjoyed the quaint shop. A used bookstore / coffee shop. The shop tended to attract intellectual types in beanie hats and long skirts. Hipsters, he believed they were called. At least that was what his part timer, Alfie had called them.
It didn't matter what the customers were like, Castiel enjoyed them. The people who came into the shop were nice and often chatted with him before moving on to their jobs or to school. But they never stayed. It was one of the other reason's that Cas loved his little shop. When he got too lonely, he could read a book.
When the tables were wiped down, Cas stepped behind the counter so he could wash the china and set them to dry. He was always careful of the china. He liked the beautiful designs on them and he didn't have a duplicate of a single cup and saucer. He was elbow deep in the hot suds when the bell on the front door rang, indicating some one entering. He shook his hands off over the sink, reaching for a towel to dry his hands on.
The man who stood at the counter was one he had never seen before. He had short dark brown hair and a pair of gorgeous emerald eyes. " Afternoon." Castiel said, setting the towel aside and tightening the apron about his slender hips. " What can I get for you."
The stranger pursed his lips ( which were rather kissable actually) and looked above Castiel's head at the menu on the chalk board. His brow furrowed.
" Don't you have anything without foam or frilly shit?"
Castiel rose a brow. Then tilted his head to the side indicating the chalk board that sat on the counter. It displayed the coffee flavours and types of regular coffees and teas.
" Ahh. Right. Well I guess I will take the dark roast black, Large."
Cas nodded and moved to prepare the coffee. His coffee was always made from fresh ground beans. The deep woodsy smell of the dark roast filled the air" Where are you from?" He asked to pass the time.
The stranger looked up from the desert display that sat behind glass. " Sioux Falls." he answered.
Cas felt his brows raise. " What are you doing here?" He asked. " This is a long way from Sioux falls..."
" I just took a job here. R+C Auto. I am their new Mechanic." Cas nodded, pouring hot water into the press and then pressing it down slowly. The water turning a dark amber. " Just rolled into town. Thought I could use some Java to help me unpack.
" I see." Cas responded as he poured the strong drink into a paper cup. " That is a very reputable Auto shop."
" It is." The stranger replied with a hint of pride.
" Well Welcome to Green Briar." Cas pushed the coffee into the man's hand.
" How much to I owe you?" he asked, lifting the cup. Cas could have sworn that the man brushed his fingers on purpose. He was staring at him and it made Cas feel a little edgy.
" Nothing... Its on the house."
The man smiled and it lit up the room " Well Thank you -"
It took Cas a moment to realize that the stranger was looking for his name. " Cas, Castiel Novak." he replied.
" Castiel." He rolled the name on his tongue as if tasting it then rose a brow. " Interesting. Well Cas, You will be seeing more of me. Name's Dean by the way..."
" Pleased to meet you Dean."
The man left, waving over his shoulder and Cas wondered why he found it hard to catch his breath. He paused a moment before returning to his dishes. Once the china was all washed and the sink was drained, Cas set to sweeping the floor and the general clean up and supply fill he did for when Alfie came in.
Alfie showed up on time like he always did. And put on an apron before setting his book bag down awkwardly. " Uuh Castiel... Could I ask you a favour?" he asked.
" Sure Alfie what is it?"
" Well I have to do a certain passage of reading before class tomorrow and-"
Cas held up a hand. " as long as everything gets done, I don't mind you doing school work while you are here." Alfie gave him a bright smile and assured him that everything would be completed.
Cas walked to the local deli to pick up some chicken and salad. He then returned to his apartment. A small place above his shop. He ate in silence as he delved into the book he had been reading. He tidied his apartment a little before sitting down at his computer for one of the most fun times of the day. He cracked his fingers before logging in.
AN: Ok so I know that intro was a bit dull but it will get better I swear. I know that there is a LOT of Cas in a coffee shop stories but this one is different I swear. I couldn't decide what to do with the occupations other than the other class favourite - College- -_- Sides, The Occupations in this story don't matter that much * Lovies*