BUSTED!

WOW: trace. a chance meeting in a coffee shop, and Dean is SO busted!

Disclaimer: I don't own these wonderful people

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Charlie stopped off at the local coffee shop on her way to visit the bunker. She'd decided to surprise the Winchesters, and knew their orders by heart; a decaf hazelnut latte for Sam and a double shot black Americano without a trace of sugar for Dean because 'that's how REAL men drink their coffee' apparently.

On entering, she saw the back of a familiar bow-legged figure at the counter, and she silently approached him.

"Hey Dean," she trilled.

Spinning round, Dean gaped at her; but his expression didn't register his usual affection, but shock.

Stammering silently for a moment, he turned back to the counter, mouth agape as if to speak. But he was silenced by the barista.

"Dean … Decaf hazelnut latte …" her voice rang out.

"And a vanilla cappuccino with extra froth and chocolate sprinkles topped with marshmallows and cotton-candy jellybeans – also for Dean."

Charlie grinned. "Something you wanna tell me Dean?"

Snatching up the cups, Dean visibly shrunk; a trace of pink staining his cheeks as he mumbled something inarticulate about the barista not listening to his order properly.

She laughed, and whispered in his ear as she kissed his reddening cheek.

"Don't worry Dean, not a word to Sam, I promise!"

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