So this is prompt 2 from instagram, prompt 1 was a high school AU this is a Coffee shop AU.
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The prompt is Au where Cas is a melodramatic bitter arsehole and someone gets his order wrong at the coffee shop. Please be prepared for strong language.
Castiel was having a god damn awful day. He started the morning with a rude awakening from his flat mate Gabriel pouring a big bucket of ice cold water over his head while his best friends Sam and Dean Winchester watched, both clearly having had the same awakening as they had spent the night sleeping on the sofas in the living room as their flat mate Crowley was being a douchebag again.
Next he went in the fridge to get a slice of the pie he brought yesterday for breakfast as a little pick me up, only to find out that sometime last night Dean had got up and eaten the whole damn pie. "I am part of a fucking war at work as Sam and I fight for customers with Raphael's down the road and all I ask for is a fucking slice of Pie Dean! I let you sleep around here all the time and I am done." With that Cas had stormed out of the apartment and gone straight to work.
He owned a book shop called Castiel's books with Sam Winchester his best friend, Dean, Sam's brother was also one of his best friends but he was not interested in books. At all.
It was a slow day, a very slow day. Sam had the day off, so Castiel was stuck at the shop, virtually on his own besides the odd customer. Dean and Sam popped in during his lunch break and tried to cheer him up but it didn't work. "What is their to be happy about Dean? Global Warming?Terrorism?War?Famine?Pestilence? What." Dean had looked at Cas sheepishly and replied "Lots of things."
"I don't understand your definition of lots of things Dean." Not long after that Sam and Dean left
The second half of the day went just as slowly as the first half, so by five o clock he was more then ready to leave, but he didn't want to go home. Not really. So he went to the Lucifers' coffee hub down the road,
"Ill have a Skinny Soy Vanilla latte please."
"Of course sir, shall I bring it to your table."
"Please." The lady nodded and turned to her coffee contraptions that Castiel honestly had no intrest in. He chose a table in the back corner by the window and sat staring out at it.
"Here you go sir one Skinny Soy latte"
"I asked for a Skinny Soy Vanilla latte, but I guess this will do. I guess it won't matter when we all eventually turn to the abyss, then again by logic, nothing really matters." The lady looked like she was going to say something but then shuffled off leaving Castiel staring bleakly into the Styrofoam cup.