Chapter 1: Breakfast for Dinner.

Castiel Novak was a waiter at a quaint diner in Lawrence, Kansas. His father owned the gig where he worked along side his brothers and sister. He had seen all types of people come and go through those diner doors until Dean Winchester and his family walked in, Castiel would never meet anyone like him, even if he didn't know it then. It was a cool Friday evening, sometime in winter and the Winchesters took a seat in Castiel's booth. "Hello, folks, what can I do for you today?" Castiel asked with a smile on his face.

"Pancakes!" piped the smallest in the group

"Bacon!" added the man who Castiel assumed was the father

"Scrambled Eggs!" added a beautiful blonde who Catiel assumed was the mother

"Pie!" the boy at the edge of the table almost yelled. He looked to be around Catiel's age, and he was sure he recognized him from his English class at once. Castiel smiled at the family's excitement over breakfast food at 7 in the evening. Castiel had to fight off a giggle that was building up behind his smile.

"I'll bring those out right away. What would you like to drink"

"Root beer," asked the younger boy.

"Coffee," said the man Castiel thought was the papa bear.

"Same for me, please" said the alleged mama bear

"Beer!" exclaimed the boy Castiel assumed was in his grade.

"Dean, NO!" snapped his parents simultaneously. 'I like this family' Castiel thought to himself.

"Haha. Alright, alright," the handsome boy laughed, seemingly pleased with himself. "I'll take a Coke" he said with a his index finger on his chin.

"Ok, I'll be right out with your order. Will that be all for now?" Castiel chimed in routine, and a little bit out of force of habit.

"For now." Said Dean blankly. Castiel came back out a few minutes later with the family's drinks before returning to the counter to wait for Bobby, the cook, to ring up their order for the young waiter to do his job. Just then Naomi Weeler walked in with her posy of walking, talking, dunce caps. Naomi had her boyfriend's arm draped around her. Next to her was Meg and next to her man meat was Lilith. Hester was following close behind her phone to her ear. Like always.

"Oh, hello Dean!" Piped Naomi almost throwing herself at Castiel's handsome customer, had her boyfriend not been there to stop her. Dean looked mortified.

"Uhh. Hey Naomi," he finally replied looking towards his family as if they knew how to solve the awkwardness he was feeling. Castiel didn't hear Bobby ring the bell almost 8 times.

"Hey, idjit! Orders up" Bobby barked at the dumbfounded waiter. "flutter your idjit wings over to that table and get those people their food. The Winchesters are good people, and should not have to deal with your daydream delays" the burly cook added

"Right. Of course, sorry," Castiel said taking the tray with the food 'Does everybody know these people but me?!' he thought to himself. As Castiel was approaching the table Naomi turned around as if she felt his uneasiness.

"Ugh, what are you doing here, loser?" Naomi asked genuinely surprised, despite the waiter outfit and the tray of food in his hands.

"Naomi, I work here. My last name is in bright lights out front," Castiel replied, staring at the girl like if she were an idiot. Dean couldn't help but laugh at the girl's blatant stupidity. Naoimi shot the nastiest look she could towards Castiel, then, composing herself quickly she answered him with a straight face.

"What I meant was; what are you doing trying to approach Dean Winchester?"

"Well, you see Naomi, when customers order food, we usually bring them their food." Castiel plainly replied, "to eat," he added like if she were too stupid to understand the concept of working at a restaurant. Dean stared at this boy who's face he saw once in a while in the halls.

Sensing the tension that was building thickly between them Dean jumped in, "so, uh, how about that pie?" Castiel broke his stare-to-the-death contest with the girl in his father's restaurant. All the while Meg was fighting the urge to laugh at Naomi's humiliation. "Thanks," Dean said as the waiter set down his plate.

"Thank you," the rest of the family said politely as they got their food. Castiel turned back the the hyena of a girl and her pack or followers the turned and began to walk away.

"Follow me, your table is right this way." Castiel led them to the other side of the diner away from the Winchesters. Not without protest from Naomi of course, she wanted to sit closer to Dean, but Castiel denied her the opportunity, claiming there was no way he could arrange it, even though the diner was next to empty.

After about half an hour Castiel returned to the Winchesters with a check. The father payed and they all got up to go. On their way out however, Dean turned around and walked over to his waiter. "I didn't get your name, we go to the same school right?" Dean said to the boy.

Taken aback by the boys sudden interest in him, it took Castiel a second to process his words. "I'm Castiel. Castiel Novak, and yes we go to the same school. I'm in your English class. With professor Crowley." Castiel finally replied.

"Really?! I never realized it." Dean smiled at the now blushing boy. "well, Castle, I should go before my dad drives home with out me," the taller boy chuckled turning around to leave.

"Uh, actually it's Castiel-" the waiter called out after him, but he as already walking out the door. Castiel felt his face get all warm as he made his way into the kitchen with the families tray and money.

"Hey, idjit, you forgot your tip" Bobby called out after the boy as he began to walk back into the diner. Castiel shuffled back and took his tip, embarrassed he took his tip and made his way quickly out of the kitchen. "assshh," Bobby huffed, "teenagers" he shook his head going back to preparing the orders.

That night back at his house Castiel was happy to realize that he had English fifth period the next day. He didn't realize he was practically grinning until his sister, Anna, pointed it out. "It looks like my baby brother has a wittle cwush on renowned bad boy Dean Winchester," she mocked.

"That's ridiculous, Anna!" Castiel replied, flushed, shooing her out of his room. Anna saw the perfect opportunity to drop one last joke.

"Oh, right, need your beauty sleep to impress your boyfriend," she laughed as Castiel guided her out the door.

"Anna, OUT.!" the younger boy exclaimed not wanting his sister to see his face, which he swears was redder than a tomato. But, he was excited for tomorrow, so he quickly got into bed and dozed off into a deep sleep. Casttiel hoped tomorrow would be a good day.