HEY! Starting a short Destiel fic, it will only be like 5 chapters. So enjoy. I know how cliche a coffeehouse destiel fic is.

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Dean's POV

Dean Winchester opened the door of his coffee shop around 6. He looked around the shop and smiled. He had opened the small shop a few years before. It was near a library as well as a college. He ran his hands through his short dirty blonde hair as he threw on an apron. His little brother Sam was attending the college near the shop. He started turning all the lights on and opened the shop. The usual stream of customers came in to get their morning coffee before they went to work. The morning blurred by and at 7, his brother walked in the door. Sm had long brown hair and was a literal giant. He sat a a corner booth and logged on his laptop. Dean went back behind the counter and served the rest of the line.

The last man in the line was around Dean's age. He had tousled brown hair and piercing blue eyes. Dean stared at the man for a minute, the man cleared his throat and startled Dean.

"What can I get you?" he asked the man. The man considered the menu for a minute and then ordered a tall coffee. "Name?" Dean asked him.

"Castiel," the man had a gravelly voice that shocked Dean. He nodded and began fixing the coffee. When the order was done, the man thanked him and left. When the shop closed at 8, Sam walked up to him and laughed.

"New regular?" he teased. Dean looked at him and laughed.

"God, I hope so." Dean told him. Sam laughed. They walked to their apartment. It was a nice two bedroom bedroom place. Dean earned more than enough with the coffee shop to pay for the apartment and Sam's college.

"Hey, Dean, you wanna go to the club?"

Castiel's POV

Castiel walked away from the coffee shop. He kept thinking about the man at the coffee shop. The man had been staring at him and it had made Castiel slightly self concious. Castiel walked to his job. He worked as a stripper at Heavenly Club. Castiel walked into the back entrance and got ready. Around 9, he was ready to head out and so he did. He walked onto the stage and began dancing. He enjoyed dancing and the job paid well. He had recently broken up with his boyfriend and was trying to clear his mind. He gazed out at the crowd and ended up looking right at the owner of the coffee shop. He was wearing a tight v-neck black shirt and gray skinny jeans. Castiel stared at him, but continued dancing. He could feel Dean's green eyes baring into his back.

Dean's POV

Dean watched the guy move around the stage. Castiel moved like water and Dean couldn't stop staring. Sam had pointed him out to Dean with a laugh. Dean glared at Sam who ran to find his boyfriend Gabriel. Gabriel Milton was a douche, but Dean tolerated him because he made Sammy happy. Dean continued to watch the dancer and when his show ended at 10, went up to him.

"Hey," he said simply. Castiel looked at him. Dean stared at the blue eyes looking at him. "I'm Dean. I run the coffee shop, ya' know Impala House," he rambled. Castiel was watching him intently.

"Yes, I know. I was there earlier," Castiel told him, once he got a space to speak. Dean nodded and looked at his feet.

"So, are you planning to come back?" Dean asked. Castiel looked at him.

"Oh, yes," he answered.

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