I was inspired by this fucking ADORABLE Destiel fic I found on Tumblr. Oh god it was so cute.

November 4th
Prompt- Fluff

Digits

The tie around his neck was getting too tight. Maybe it was the stuffy air of the bookstore he worked at, or maybe it was the way that guy across the room stared. His eyes were the greenest he'd ever seen on a man. He wore an army fatigue-type jacket with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, Castiel couldn't help but admire how this showed off his arms.

He shook his head, allowing a soft smile to grace his lips as he returned to the book he was leafing through.

Not two minutes later, a book was dropped loudly onto the table before him, "hey there." Came a snarky voice from behind the counter. Castiel looked up, twitching minutely as his eyes found the source of his earlier distraction.

"H-how may I help you?" Castiel asked, words falling away from him as the man smirked.

"I'd like to check this out." He answered, sliding the book across the table toward him. "Name's Dean, by the way."

Castiel swallowed, "yeah." He didn't know how to respond, what with those green-green eyes watching his every move.

Dean shifted, leaning against the counter, and invading Castiel's personal space, not that he really had an issue with it. "You're Castiel, right? Unless you steal name-tags for a living."

The joke was not lost on him, but he chose to ignore it anyway. He couldn't focus if Dean continued to speak.

When Castiel didn't respond, Dean moved back a step, slightly flustered that his joke didn't register. Castiel rang up the purchase, whispering the price quietly. Dean leaned forward again to hand him a credit card. The way Castiel reached for the card allowed their hands to brush, nearly causing Castiel to jump at the warm tingly feeling the touch had presented.

Dean smirked at the spooked cashier, bracing his arms against the table as Castiel fidgeted with the credit card. Castiel sighed as the machine finally registered the card, and handing it back, but not before spotting the name Dean Winchester printed across the red American Express. Dean purposefully moved so their hands, once again, brushed, and grinned wider when Castiel pulled his arm back forcefully.

"H-have a nice day!" Castiel stuttered quickly, a blush rising to dust his pale cheeks.

Dean offered a salut, smirking one last time before leaving the bookstore.

Castiel sighed wearily, sitting back down, eyes following Dean long after he'd left. He rolled his eyes, before finally pulled the tie free from his neck, and closing up shop.

Three days later, he was back.

"Hey, remember me?"

Castiel looked up with a frown, recognizing the speaker without having to look. "Dean."

"You do remember me! How lucky am I?" Dean smirked as he leaned against the counter, pressing himself as close to Castiel as possible.

Castiel smiled softly, amused by his antics, but then shook his head and swallowed. He needed to act more professional. "Can I help you with something?"

"Aw, no need to swoon over me, Cas." Dean grinned, shifting to reach into his pocket. "Anyway, I just dropped by to give you this." He handed Castiel a small slip of paper, lips twisting into a bigger smile as Castiel took the note.

Written on the small paper was Dean W. and 7 digits, allowing Castiel to safely assume he'd just been given a phone-number.

When he looked up, Dean was already making his way out. Castiel thought to call him back, or rip the paper, but knew that was not an option. Not after how long he'd spent thinking of the larger man while he was away.

Three days later, he was back once again.

"Are you making this a trend?" Castiel asked, a smile already present on his thin lips.

Dean smirked in response, eyeing him up. "Depends, are you gonna wear that trench-coat every day?"

Castiel's smile disappeared as he stared at the item in question, "touche." He whispered softly, leaning back, confidence disappearing.

"Hey," Dean tried, nudging his arm from across the desk. "I'm not making fun of you. It's-" He froze when he realized nothing would probably better the mess he'd made. "You know what, nevermind. I shouldn't have come back."

Dean turned, stalking out the door quickly, embarrassment clear on his darkening cheeks.

"Wait." Castiel stood, calling out to the man he'd not stopped thinking about for a week. "Wait!" He jogged out from behind the desk as Dean turned to face him. "No, I'm just... shy. I don't know-"

Dean stopped him. Stealing his words with his own mouth as he sealed their lips in a demanding kiss. His warm fingers spread through Castiel's messy hair and held their bodies together like a vice. Castiel returned the embrace with just as much fervor, if not more. Finally, after a few long moments without breath, the pair broke apart. Castiel was breathing heavily, but had to laugh when he saw the smug smirk on Dean's lips.

The two separated slowly, and Castiel finally took a full step backwards. "Wow." He whispered softly into the tense air between them.

Dean grinned, "I get that a lot." Castiel raised one fine eyebrow, laughing quietly as he turned back to the desk.

"So, you'll call me?"

Castiel turned around again, a slow smile spreading across his lips, "yes."