Hmm…. I've just kind of been playing around with most of my fics lately, and I have a ton of weird ones like this on my laptop that I still need to upload. Basically, it's Punk!Cas meets Nerd!Dean in a cute coffee-shop AU thing with a fun twist set in the third person pov. I hope ya'll enjoy it!
-Elizabeth
Cas' head shot up at the sound of the bells as the door of the small coffee shop opened. The shop usually didn't get visitors at ten thirty on a Wednesday. It was close to the campus of the nearby college, so students usually came around for a little pick-me-up between classes, but most people were either in class right now, or sleeping in because they didn't have class. That had been mostly why Castiel had signed up for this particular shift. It wasn't that he was lazy… He just mostly hated people.
Well, that's what he thought until the boy with the Star Trek t-shirt walked in. Tall and handsome and really athletic looking, he was a good three inches taller than Castiel. He was wearing a pair of blue jeans with a hole in one knee, and a black Star Trek shirt under a beaten, ruddy leather jacket.
"Hello." He said, plastering a shit eating grin on his face, "My name's Dean."
"That's nice." I say, repressing the urge to roll my eyes. "Can I get you anything, or are you just here to sight see?"
"Well," he replied smoothly, looking me up and down, his gaze resting on my spiky black hair and many tattoos, "There certainly is quite a lot to see."
I grin back, refusing to get flustered, "Yes, these decorations took me forever to set up, aren't they great?"
"Amazing." He says, not moving his gaze from my eyes.
"Hey, Cassie, you gonna sell him a coffee or keep flirting all day?" Gabe says from behind me. Unlike me, he's dropped out of college and now owns the shop. "Come on Cassie." He says, walking past me and slapping my ass on the way by.
I roll my eyes, looking back to Dean, who's face is a little flushed, "So, seriously, you want a drink?"
"Yeah, um, caramel latte, and… one sec…" He opens up his phone and scrolls as if looking for a text message, "Here, um a 'pumpkin spice latte with two pumps of caramel'."
I grin, "Coffee for the girlfriend?" I ask casually
"Don't have one." He replies, seemingly disinterested.
I nod, making the coffees, pretending not to care, and trying to ignore the small flare of hope that I feel at the words. I hand him the coffee, and he hands me a few bills.
"Thanks, Cas." He winks at me and walks out the door.
I look down at the money in my hand and notice that that's not the only thing Dean gave me. On a scrap of paper, in messy scrawl, he's written several words.
Call me? 508-786-3235
-Dean ;)
A/N: So, with this story, I've decided if I get 3+ reviews, I'll update a new chapter. If not, I might drop this story altogether, I mean, I don't want to write this if ya'll don't want to read it.
R&R
- ily, Elizabeth