Disclaimer: I own neither Supernatural nor the movie this storie is based on.
Reviews are greatly appreciated. This is my first Fanfiction, so please don't be gentle.
It has been three years now. Three years since he came to this little village at the crystal clear lake and started his work at the White Horse Inn. And it pained him that his boss practically ignored him. He really, really loved his job but it can become vexing that this green eyed Adonis seemed to fail to acknowledge that he exists.
It all started after he declared that he wasn't going to university and came out to his family. None of them have spoken to him since. He fled from his home and looked for a more rural region, where he could spend his days in quiet harmony. After driving for what felt like days he came to this small village at the lake and stayed at the White Horse Inn. He fell quickly for the lovely landscape and explored it thoroughly.
Finally, he decided that he would stay here which also meant that he had to find a job. So one day when he ate his favourite food at the Inn, he asked his waiter.
"Sorry to bother you but do you know if there are any jobs available here?"
The young man grinned at him.
"You're lucky. We are looking for a new head waiter. You should talk with Mr. Winchester."
Castiel contemplated that for a few moments. He had prior experiences with it but would it be enough for head waiter? Well, trying couldn't hurt, right?
He was wrong, so wrong. When he knocked on the office door and heard a deep resonating voice answer "Come in!" he should have run. Because the moment he looked into the forest green eyes of who would be his new boss, he knew, that he would stay forever. Like in that stupid song… He didn't even realise he had been staring, when Mr. Winchester cleared his throat.
"How can I help you, Mr…"
Oh God! He had been standing there, staring and didn't even introduce himself. Way to make a good first impression, assbutt!
"Oh, I'm sorry. My name is Novak. Castiel Novak. I am here to apply for the position as head waiter."
Green eyes inspected him carefully. He seemed to be contemplating, if he could really fill in the admittedly very great position.
"So, Mr. Novak. Do you have any experiences in this field?"
"Please, call me Castiel and yes, I have had quite a few prior jobs as a waiter."
"Well, ok, you will have 2 weeks of trial and if it works you're in."
"Thank you, Mr. Winchester."
His new boss gave him a nod an picked up his Phone.
"Sammy, be nice and show the new guy the ropes."
"It's Sam, Jerk"
"Bitch"
After he hung up his attention was once again on Castiel.
"Sam will show you everything and introduce you to the Team."
"Thank you again"
With that he left the office and the beautiful young man who would be in his dreams every night in the next three years.
Sam was the tall young waiter who suggested this job. He smiled when he saw Castiel approaching. His shaggy brown hair shone in the sun and his waiter uniform was impeccable.
"Good to see you. I feared my brother scared you off with his attitude. I'm sorry, he isn't normally so rude. He's just stressed out because the season's coming."
"I am not easily intimidated. Also, I understand that it must be stressful at this time of year."
"Don't be too understanding. Sometimes you have to call him up on his shit. Anyway, I'll start by introducing you to everyone. Follow me."