Castiel was an art major at the local college he attended. He was never really good at much of anything academic but cold draw so well it looked he had taken a photograph. His passion for blending colors made each picture come alive and he loved it.
Most of the drawings he did for fun and not because it was an assignment depicted a mix of nature and society. Like the one he was working on at that moment. He sat in a benched in the recess area on campus and faced the on campus coffee shop. Castiel thought the way the sun was placed on the slanted sign made it look like a ball in a bowl or something of the sorts. Whatever it resembled was breathtaking.
About an hour later he finished the sketch. He knew what to get don't first so the major fixtures of the building and Sun were done when the sun began to move out of its bowl.
He closed his sketch pad and glanced at his watch. "Shit!" he exclaimed under his breath. His next class started in 10 minutes and it was on the other side of campus.
Dean worked in a coffee shop on the campus of a small local college. He was staying with his uncle for a bit while his dad was in the hospital with some type of cancer. His mom died when he was only 5 in some freak accident so he had no one to watch him or his brother while their dad was sick. Not like he needed watching he was 20 and could handle watching himself and placid nerdy 15 year old brother. Whatever. Dad wanted them here and they complied with practically no fuse. Plus they were with their Uncle Bobby, he was pretty cool when us didn't piss him off.
It was okay working in the coffee shop. He flirted with all the cute college girls and made friends with some of the guys. Dean never went to college instead he went to a technical school where he learned automotive studies and then continued on to on the job learning in his uncle's garage.
His uncle however said he wasn't played for his services and had to find a real job if he wanted any spending money.
Just as Dean began busting down a table he saw one of the regulars that came into the shop every morning and ordered a black coffee with like 3 shots of espresso. Talk about a caffeine over load. However as Dean looked at the kid in question he didn't look hyper or jittery like one would expect, he looked totally placid and had a sweet innocence about him. He sat on a bench drawing with his legs crossed beneath his being used as a table as he stared up at the building and then down at what he was drawing.
Dean kept the tables by the window unusually clean that day as he watched the boy draw. Laughing to himself when his brow would furrow and smiling when he looked totally contempt at what he managed to get down on the paper.
As Dean was busting table 4 for the third time the boy flipped his sketch bad closed looked at his watch then collected his things and ran away. Dean was sad as the boy left feeling an unrealistic connection to the kid he had never really met. However as he watched the boy leave he was reminded of that country sound...something about hating to see someone go but loving to watch them leave.