A/N: So I decided to do something different and have this fic be in 2nd person POV. I thought it would be cool because it would be like watching Dean and Cas fall in love from an outsider's perspective. We get plenty of fics from the POV of Dean and Cas themselves, so I thought this would be interesting and different. I don't have a lot of experience with 2nd person POV though, so let me know if it's totally lame. This is primarily a Destiel fic, but I also threw in some Sam/Jess for y'all. And don't worry this is NOT a one shot so there'll be more where this came from!

Chapter 1

You walk in to Heaven's Brew to start your shift, putting on your apron as you slip behind the counter. You welcome the familiar smell of brewing coffee and smile at your coworker, Jess. It's pretty early in the morning, so the shop is still pretty empty, but you know that the morning rush is coming soon. You busy yourself by cleaning the counter and making small talk with Jess.

After a while you glance at the clock and notice that it's well past the time that one of your usual customers, Dean, usually comes in. Feeling slightly disappointed (he's pretty easy to talk to and not at all bad looking), you go back to work and figure he's just not coming in today.

A few minutes later, you hear the bell chime and look up to see a disgruntled-looking Dean hurrying through the door.

"Are you alright, Dean?" you ask as he approaches the counter.

"Yeah I'm just running late," he answers. "Slept through my damn alarm clock this morning. Just give me the usual. Sorry I won't be able to hang around to chat."

"Coming right up," you say as you turn to make his coffee.

"So how's Sam?" Jess asks him while he waits. Sam is Dean's brother who had come in with Dean the day before. Jess had only met him that one time, but she is already smitten.

"He's doing great. Just got a big case at his firm. He was talking my ear off about lawyer shit all night last night. Nothing too detailed, though; lawyer/client confidentiality and all that."

"That sounds cool," Jess says. "Is he going to be coming in to the shop any time soon?"

Dean shrugs. "He was gonna come in today, but he had to go in to work early or something. Maybe you'll see him at lunch."

You finish Dean's coffee and turn around to give it to him. "Here you go, Dean."

"Thanks," he says, taking the cup and hurrying towards the door. "Gotta run!"

"See you tomorrow!" you call after him. He waves without turning around and pushes the door open just as another customer, who just so happens to be another one of your usuals, tries to walk through it. Adeptly managing not to spill his coffee, Dean offers a quick apology before hurrying off down the street without offering him a second glance.

"Hello, Castiel," you say, greeting him with a smile. He smiles back adorably and steps up to the counter.

"Hello. I'll have my usual, please," he says in his deep gruff voice.

"Sure thing, Cas," Jess says, moving to make the coffee.

"Thank you," he says to her before turning to you. "Who was that man that was leaving when I came in?" he asks.

"That was Dean," you answer. "He's another one of our regulars. Comes in every morning."

"I see."

"Here's your coffee, Cas," Jess tells him with a smile, handing him his coffee.

"Thank you," he says again.

"So how's work?" she asks.

"Work is good," he answers. "We're going to be getting a new exhibit soon." Castiel is the curator at the Museum of Natural History in town and he loves to talk about his job and the history behind all of their exhibits. To be fair, it is pretty fascinating. At least the way Castiel talks about it. You and Jess spend fifteen minutes listening to him while you make coffee for other customers.

Soon Cas has to leave, so you say your goodbyes and turn your full attention to your work. The morning rush is beginning to die down, so you are able to relax and chat with Jess for a while.

Around noon, Jess suddenly gasps and smacks you in the arm. "He's here," she hisses. You look up to see a giant man in a suit walking through the door. You recognize him as Dean's brother Sam.

"Welcome to Heaven's Brew," Jess says with her sweetest smile when he steps up to the counter. "Hey, haven't I seen you before?" You try not to laugh, but a small snicker escapes from your lips, so you try to turn it into a cough. Jess discreetly elbows you in the ribs.

"Yeah, I came in yesterday morning with my brother, Dean," he answers.

"Right, I remember now. Sam, right?"

"Yeah."

You turn your attention to other customers so you can let them talk. The next time you look their way, Jess is doing some pretty hardcore flirting and Sam is leaning on the counter, eating it up. You just smile to yourself and go back to work.

The next day, Cas comes in ten minutes earlier than usual and scans the other customers in the shop as if looking for somebody. A small frown appears on his face when he apparently doesn't find who he's looking for.

"You just missed him," you say, startling Castiel out of his frown.

"Excuse me?" he asks. "To whom are you referring?"

"Dean," you clarify. "He left five minutes ago. Yesterday wasn't his usual time. He was running late."

Cas blushes bright red. "I wasn't looking—I mean I was just—" he sighs, apparently giving up. "Thank you for the information. I'll have my usual, please."

"Already got it ready," Jess says, handing it to him.

"Thank you."

"No problem," she answers. "So did that new exhibit come in yet?" Without needing any further invitation, Cas begins talking about work and history again, the only topics you know that could get him talking like that.

The shop isn't very busy this morning, so you brew yourself a cup of coffee and lean on the counter, listening to Cas talk for a while. You take in the smell of coffee, the sound of Cas's voice and Jess's laugh, the gentle murmur of the other customers talking in the background, the morning sunlight streaming through the window, and smile to yourself; being a barista can be pretty great sometimes.