A smell of Freshly brewed coffee and fresh-out-of-the-oven pastries hit Sam Winchester as he entered the small town kansas bakery with his brother. The place was small, and it had just recently opened up. Dean had begged Sam to go with him, because there was finally, finally a place nearby that would sell good pie, and "You need to have some sugar Sammy. You can't just eat lettuce for the rest of your life". Sam smiled at the smell, because it had been months since he'd stepped foot in to a bakery.
Dean practically ran to the counter, His eyes widening at the chalkboard filled with names of pastries and coffees. The list seemed endless. Where could he start? There was lattes and espressos, but that didn't matter to him. He always took his coffee black. He looked at the list of baked goods available, and nearly gasped when he saw that there was an entire board just for pies. He couldn't decide between apple or cherry, and finally decided to ask the barista (Who he had yet to even acknowledge, due to the fact that Dean was getting pie) for help picking.
"Uhh.. Which do you prefer? Apple or ch" Dean looked at the man standing behind the counter, and almost forgot how to breathe. Intense blue eyes stared into his. His name tag read Castiel, which Dean committed to memory without even thinking about it. Castiel had raven colored hair, and eyes that managed to look serious and sad at the same time. Over all, the man looked mysterious.
"Cherry" Dean finished, hoping that he hadn't paused too long when he noticed Castiel.
"Well, they are both good, but I myself prefer cherry. However, if you would like to try a piece of each, I may have some samples for you."
"Oh.. Yeah, that would be great" Dean said, shoving his hands in his pockets. Sam stood next to him, and Dean hadn't even realized when he had got there. Castiel was at the back counter struggling to get a small piece of pie onto a plate.
"Excuse me, but I have a few questions about the food here. Mainly ingredients" Sam said with a serious look.
"Well, I'm just the one who handles the money and serving and everything. My brother is the one who makes everything. He'd be happy to answer your questions." the man said with a smile that melted Dean's heart. He could feel himself start to blush.
"Oh, it's alright. I don't want to bother him if he's working" Sam waved his hand dismissing the notion.
"It's a fairly slow day. I'm sure he's not too busy. Knowing him, he's only in the kitchen so I don't catch him eating the merchandise." Castiel opened up the door to the kitchen, and Sam walked in. Dean and Cas were left alone.
"Your pie platter is ready. It'll be 3.00$"
"Three dollars? You gave me four pieces of pie. Do I get a discount because I'm cute or something?" Dean had no clue where his confidence came from, a minute ago he was too flustered to complete his sentences. The Barista blushed and looked down at his shoes.
"Something like that I suppose."
"Well, like you said, You're not terribly busy right now, so maybe you'd like to sit with me and chat while we eat this pie." Dean said, embracing his newly found (and soon to be gone, he was sure) confidence. Castiel blushed even more.
"I'm sorry, I can't"
"Oh! I'm sorry" Dean could have kicked himself. Of course he didn't want to sit and chit chat with his customer. Why did he have to be so dumb? He tried to explain himself
"I didn't mean to impose, I understand. I just thought maybe..." He was cut off.
"No, I want to, it's just I have to work" Castiel frowned, and thought for a minute.
"Although" Cas continued "I do get a thirty minute break soon. I'm sure Gabe won't mind if I move it forward twenty minutes or so." Dean grinned and his eyes sparkled, the lights above catching them and reflecting off the green orbs. Castiel grabbed the platter of pies and sat across from Dean.
"So, My name is Dean Winchester, and that was my brother Sam. He's a bit of a health nut, which explains why he wanted to know about the "Ingredients" or whatever. I figure, if it tastes good, it can't be all that bad for you" Dean chuckled. He couldn't think of the last time he'd done that.
"My name is Castiel Novak. And do not worry about your brother. My brother Gabriel loves to talk about his cooking. He's always happy to explain to anyone who will listen."
"Alright Cas. So, you work here at a bakery. What's that like?" Dean asked, eyeing the pie thoughtfully and picking up a bit of the Cherry with his fork.
"It is interesting. Gabe is quite the trickster, so I often find myself with Chicken broth instead of tea, or my hands superglued to the coffee pot. But I do enjoy it. There are many people who come here that I enjoy watching."
"I don't think I could work here. Too many jerks come into shops, acting like they know everything there is to know about owning a business." Dean shoved the fork in his mouth, and audibly moaned. Cas's cheeks burned bright red, and he looked down at the table.
"That was.. Um. I don't know how to respond after you made that noise" Now it was Dean's turn to blush.
"Sorry, it was.. Um, This is really good pie. Would you like any?" Dean asked, trying to lighten the mood.
"Sure. Thank you Dean Winchester." He looked around for his fork, and realized he'd forgotten to bring one for himself. Dean noticed at the same time, and interjected before the man could leave.
"It's okay. You can use this fork. I mean, If that's okay with you. I'm just enjoying talking to you. I don't want you to have to get up if you don't want to" Castiel smiled once again, and Dean could feel himself melt. There was no way that he'd be able to stand up now, all his muscles were far too weak.
"Why thank you Dean." The men continued speaking to one another. Dean could feel himself getting pulled into the life of this man he had just met. Castiel was so articulate, and when he told stories it was like Dean was there for himself. He wouldn't mind listening to Castiel speak for hours. Dean imagined himself sitting on a bed with Cas, leaning on his chest as he heard the most amazing stories from a deep rough voice. Dean could practically feel his head rise and fall with Castiel's chest, as well as the warmth that he was sure his lunch date would emit.
Without thinking, Dean had placed his hand midway on the table, and he only noticed when the other man began to slowly inch his forward. Dean pretended not to notice, and focused on keeping a straight face, rather than the absolutely giddy one he was fighting to keep away.
Eventually, their hands brushed against each other. Both pretended not to notice, as they passed the fork back and forth, alternating between flavors of pie. Dean tried his best to not attack the cherry, remembering that it was Cas's favorite.
Both men slightly blushed when their fingers finally intertwined, but neither vocalized their feelings. At last, there was only one bite of cherry pie left.
"Dean, would you like the last piece?" Castiel asked, wide eyed.
"No, You can have it. It is your favorite after all."
"Is that why you've barely touched it? I can assure you Dean, I've had plenty, and I can always have more. I insist you take it." Dean smiled and grabbed the fork from Cas's unoccupied hand. He scooped up the last piece of pie and ate it. His eyes rolled upwards in pleasure, and he let out a groan of pleasure. Castiel's face turned redder than the first time that had happened, and his eyes shot down to the table once again.
"Well, I'm sure you'd still like to taste it? Just a bit. Everybody likes pie." Dean said, with a mischievous smile.
"How am I to taste the pie if you've already eaten it?" Dean released his grip on the Barista's hand, which was more difficult than he had imagined. He then walked over to Cas's side of the booth, and sat next to him so that their sides were touching. Dean leaned in, and next thing he knew he was being kissed by a handsome boy who tasted like pumpkin pie. Their lips mashed against each other, and their hands wandered. Dean gave himself a mental point for correctly guessing that Cas would be warm.
When they broke apart, Dean turned away and grabbed a napkin. He pulled out a pen from his pocket and scribbled down his number. He tucked it into Cas's shirt and whispered
"Call me soon. Okay? I really like you". Castiel nodded and leaned in so his lips were almost touching the freckled boy's.
"I'll bring pie"