The first thing Cas ever said to Sam was, "I need an onion."
Sam had been behind the counter, one hand resting on the polished surface, the other hand raised and a finger already positioned over the "frappé" button on the cash register — it had been a hot day, and no one had ordered anything but frappés since noon.
With his eyebrows inching toward his hairline, Sam was able to manage a strangled, "hmm?" noise under the man's unwavering gaze.
Just how perfectly neutral his expression remained — while yet managing a laser focus aimed at Sam's forehead — was... intimidating, at the least. It made Sam wonder if he was more frightened by the thought of earning this customer's everlasting irritation at being denied an onion than he would be if he had pulled a gun out of a hidden trench coat pocket and threatened to shoot.
"An onion." the man had gravely insisted.
"Sorry." Sam had fought back a forced smile, "We're fresh out today."
Author's note: It seems I have the mind to turn this utterly ridiculous idea into a, GASP! Multi-chapter?!
Alright, so just as a warning to those who may or may not be interested in following this fic, I just want to say that I do have a mental disability that gives me extreme, extreme anxiety with writing, despite that it's a favorite hobby of mine. I just want to ask that you guys be patient if I seem to not update so regularly because this is all entirely dependent on my levels of motivation, inspiration, and spoons energy. Knowing that people are interested in reading more might help, so, uh... still don't be afraid to rush me?
Chapters should be longer. This is just a little teaser snippet for Chapter 1.
But this is for all you Sassiteers who like coffeeshop AUs! Each individual one of you! 3