The Lion's Den was probably what you could consider the male version of 'Hooters'. Men in skinny jeans and tight fitting shirts running around the restraint, leaning over the tables sensually as they took your orders. Castiel was one of their top waiters, his light stubble and firm jaw line mixed with ruffled brown hair. The eyes however, those shining blue eyes were his calling card.

Today was a Wednesday, and every day -excluding weekends- always precisely at two o'clock, his stalker would come in. The man would always ask for 'blue eyes' specifically. It'd taken a few weeks or so before Cas realized that the man refused to see anyone else, but wasn't sure if he should be flattered or nervous.

Cas watched the strange man enter, immediately heading for his regular booth. With a shaky breath, Castiel put on a determined smile, strolling over to the table. "Hi, what can I get you today?"

The man looked up at him, "Usual, and a beer."

"No problem."

"Thanks blue eyes." he smiled.

Castiel walked away with a frown on his face. He did have a name tag, it wasn't like the man couldn't read either... but the stranger never used his name. It kind of ticked him off. Cas dropped the order on the counter for the chef, crossing him arms in a huff while he leaned against the wall to wait. Gabriel was his brother as well as his co-worker. They got along well, and often would converse about the variety of troublesome customers by the kitchen. Today he didn't come over however.

Castiel groaned to himself, mad that Gabriel wasn't around to vent his frustration to. He could get fired for being rude to a customer, but the man just made him antsy. The bell dinged, the man's order was ready. Cas took a deep breath before putting on his pleasant façade once more. Every day this stranger would come in, exactly at two. Every day this weird man would sit in the same seat, always asking for 'blue eyes', never actually calling Castiel by name. Every freaking day, the man ordered, and ate nothing but, pie.

Cas just couldn't wrap his head around the man. It had been like this for nearly a month. So, for a change of pace, Castiel set the plate down onto his table, sliding the beer beside it before plopping casually into the seat opposite.

That took the stranger by surprise. "Hi," he started, "My name is Castiel."

"I know what you're-"

"Then why do you always call me blue eyes?!" Castiel snapped.

Instead of looking irritated, the man grinned up at him, "Because... its what sets you apart from everyone else working here."

He didn't even know he'd started to blush until it was pointed out. Cas hadn't really taken much time to look the stranger up and down in the last month, and had no idea why, maybe because he was usually too irritated to bother. The man was gorgeous! Toned muscles peeking through his tight T, chipped, brown hair, and dazzling green eyes. Cas smiled lightly, but genuinely. "Well, you've come in here every day for about a month, but I still don't know your name stranger."

Chuckling, he replied, "It's Dean."

Cas was about to reply when his brother called for him, "Cassie! Table six needs you! Get off your ass!"

Turning back to Dean, he smiled sadly, "Sorry, duty calls. Enjoy the pie."

"Thank you... Castiel."

"Call me blue eyes."

Dean furrowed his brow with confusion, "Why?"

"Because it's what sets you apart from everyone else." he replied smugly, then walked off to table six, maybe trying to stand a little straighter, maybe trying to sway his hips a little harder, definitely trying to hold Dean's attention a little longer.

Table six harbored three scruffy looking men, both the dicks of the place. Castiel probably would have tried to push them off onto a co-worker, but they were fairly notorious for playing with the waiters, and he didn't want to force any of his friends into that kind of situation. So he made sure to stand a good distance from the table's edge, out of their grabby reach. "What can I get you boys?"

One of the men elbowed another in the arm, grinning viciously, "How about a piece of... that delicious ass you've got there?"

The group snickered. Castiel placed a stern hand on his hip, "Sorry, but that's a VIP menu item. I don't serve assholes."

"You can't be rude like that. We're paying customers!" another cheered. "We could have you fired."

"I'm not being rude sir, just trying to help you realize which menu items you can afford."

Two of them started to glare, while the third just grinned, "You've got guts kid. I like you."

"Are you going to order or not?" Cas bit back sharply.

"Alright, alright. Three slices of cherry pie and two beers." he replied, still grinning with amusement.

Castiel wrote on his pad, nodding silently before turning on his heel. He returned to the kitchen-serve counter, clipping up the piece of paper before leaning against the wall again. Where the hell was Gabriel? Cas shook his head, pushing himself upright before going to look for the trouble maker. Thank god the day was almost over.