It was a rather mild Sunday and not really extraordinary in the slightest. Cas casually played a game on his cracked iphone out of boredom, since there hadn't been a customer in the shop for at least two hours. That was Sunday for you. Being located in one of the back corners of a practically unoccupied street didn't help, either. But Cas couldn't complain. As long as he sat behind the counter he got paid, simple as that.

Besides, working at Smash Records was amazing. Cas loved it there. He was actually getting paid to do one of things he loved most- listening to music and recommending his top picks to interested customers. It beat having to work in some shitty restaurant mopping up floors all day. It didn't feel so much like a job but more like a pastime. Plus there weren't many employees working there, which meant Cas didn't have to deal with an overwhelming amount of people every day. Other than himself and Bobby, the owner of the store who wasn't there very often, there were two other employees: Meg, who completely fit the spunky, punk-rock persona, and Adam, who wasn't quite so punk-rock as he was classic rock. Today, however, only Cas was working.

It wasn't until a little after 3 that the bells sitting above the door ringed, signaling that there was now a customer. Cas raised his head from his phone, seeing who had finally come in the shop to relieve his boredom, even if only temporarily. It wasn't anyone he had seen before. The guy who now standing in the store looked pretty average- his blonde hair was ruffled from the wind, and he was wearing those big, black glasses that looked good on everyone. His shirt featured Marvel's Avengers, meaning he probably wasn't here for music. That disappointed Cas, as he had been rather excited to finally be able and help someone pick out the perfect album.

The stranger looked awkward sanding in the shop, like he thought he didn't belong there. Cas, being a model employee and all, was gonna change that.

"Hey, anything I can help you find today?" he asked, smiling and trying to look as friendly as possible.

The guy looked up, surprised he was being talked to. "Um, I- Well, I was told that you sold comic books here, but m-maybe they were wrong.."

Cas chuckled a bit. Of course he was here for comics. "Nope, they were right. They're in the back of the shop. The selection might not be that great right now, though, because it's the end of the month. We'll be ordering some more next week, so if what you're looking for isn't there, you can just let me know and I'll have it ordered."

His face lit up a bit, and he seemed to be getting more comfortable. "Thanks, um-"

"Cas," he offered. "My name's Cas."

"Nice to meet you. I'm Dean," he said, another smile forming.

"Cool." Cas wasn't too interested in giving him any more help unless he asked. Music was more his area. Adam was the one in charge of the comics.

Dean walked back to where Cas had pointed and started browsing the good, albeit small, selection of comic books the store had to offer. They had all the classics, with a nice mix of newer works. He pushed his glasses up a bit to keep them from falling down his nose as he flipped through the pages of a Spiderman comic. He liked this store.

Dean had been a bit worried at first, mostly because of the way the comics were hidden and the way Cas looked. Cas had that style Dean had only really ever heard of or seen at a distance. Punk was probably the best word for it. Cas most likely had a mohawk at one point, but now it was grown out, leaving a thicker streak of black hair on the top that flopped to one side. His ears has those holes in them, though Dean forgot what they were called. He didn't really see Cas's entire face, but he could see at least an eyebrow and lip piercing. Cas's shirt was black and advertised some band Dean hadn't heard of. Still, he liked him, despite the obvious contrast between the two. Cas seemed nice.

After a bit more browsing, Dean decided on two comics- a Deadpool and one of the newer X-mens. Though they weren't the Batman comic he was originally looking for, they still looked cool. He brought them up to the counter, where Cas was typing something up on the computer. As Dean approached with the merchandise in hand, he looked up from his work and moved to assist him.

"Find everything alright?" Cas asked, being polite as possible.

Dean nodded, pleased he had come in. Cas nodded as well and began ringing up the comics Dean had placed on the counter.

"Um, so you know how you mentioned ordering new comics earlier?" Dean started awkwardly, not sure how to bring it up.

"Yeah, is there one you want?" "Well, yes actually. It's a Batman one, um, called Arkham Asylum."

Cas nodded, shifting back to the computer to type it in. "Okay Alright, I put it in, and we should be ordering them next week sometime, so expect it here in about three weeks. Want me to reserve it for you?"

Dean smiled again and pushed up his glasses. "Thank you, that'd be great."

Cas nodded again, pushing the bagged items towards him. "No problem. Have a nice day."

"You too," he replied, grabbing the bag and heading for the door. As he walked away, he silently thanked himself for choosing to go in there.

After Dean had left, Cas slumped back in his chair, shaking his head. "Fucking nerds," he mumbled to himself. Cas could never quite get the hang of them.

And now he was bored again.