The door to the café banged open and a gust of icy wind swept in, making snowflakes swirl in the warm air.
Castiel Novak looked up from where he had been staring at the steam rising from his third hot chocolate.
A man had just walked in, his clothes caked in snow, already melting. His hair was stuck in a quiff, water dribbling down his face. Snow clumped on his eyelashes, almost hiding his emerald eyes. Except they were too bright to be ignored.
Castiel mouth dropped open. The man was gorgeous.
He realized he was staring after the man behind the counter coughed. Then he noticed how the other man looked up guiltily.
"One extra large hot chocolate with marshmallows and as much whipped cream as you can eat without becoming diabetic." growled the man in the deepest voice Castiel had ever heard. Castiel shivered, but it had nothing to do with the draught still blowing around his legs.
Lawrence, Kansas had been struck by the biggest blizzard in over fifty years. It had been snowing on and off all day, but when Castiel showed up to the local Costas (Does America have Costas? IDK, Dunkin' Doughnuts, or a Waffle House or... Its a coffee shop, okay?) for his daily coffee, it had been ten centimetres.
Of course, when he finally dragged himself out of his seat to go back to his house he shared with his two brothers and sister, Michael, Gabriel and Anna, he realized that the snow was almost halfway up the damned door.
So now, money dwindling after three coffees, two hot chocolates and a toastie, he was as bored as hell.
Kevin, the guy behind the bar, was fun to talk to, but conversation dried up quick. There were two other people in the café, but they were lip-locked and a tad bit too busy.
Castiel watched the man from his corner booth. Hopefully he was going to stay. Then Castiel would have someone to talk to.
"What's your name?"
The man looked blankly at Kevin.
"For the cup."
"There aren't exactly hundred of people in here."
"I know but I have three different coffee mixtures on there." he nodded at the coffee machine, half filled take-away coffee cups crowded for space "And, believe me, you do not want to try some of them mixtures."
Kevin was known for trying different kinds of coffee to find the best flavours.
Castiel was surprised he hadn't been sacked for the amount of times he had accidently handed out quadruple espresso shots with strawberry and cinnamon.
He had been given that one.
He hadn't slept for almost 24 hours straight and it had taken him three other coffees to get the taste off his tongue.
On the plus side, he had finished all his essays for university within half an hour.
The man rolled his beautiful green eyes.
"Dean." Kevin scribbled the name in massive letters on the inside of the cu and begun to make the hot chocolate.
While he waited, he took a swig of another cup marked with 'C+S 4 L Amer." on the side.
Obviously it was awful as the boy spat it out instantly and took a gulp of another drink.
Castiel raised his eyebrows and looked away.
"Three pound please."
The man- Dean went paler as he searched his pockets.
"Oh s***..." muttered Dean.
Castiel stood up suddenly. "I got it." he walked to the counter and gave Kevin a fiver.
The man smiled, a full-on hundred-watt smile as he grabbed his hot chocolate and carefully made his way to Castiel's table.
Castiel followed him, after collecting his change from Kevin.
"Sorry, is it okay I sit here? It's just I can't exactly go back out there..."
Castiel smiled back at him, sitting back down in his seat.
"It's fine. I wouldn't subject you to snow or..." he gestured over his shoulder at the snogging couple.
The guy had the girl pinned to the sofa.
Dean raised an eyebrow and pulled a face, before returning his gaze to Castiel.
"Thanks for that, by the way. I walk a goddamn mile for a damn hot chocolate and I forget my wallet."
"Eh, don't worry." Three pound was nothing for this hot stranger.
"So what's your name?" Dean asked.
"Castiel. I know it's a stupid name but..."
"I like it." Dean said, entirely too quickly for a presumed straight guy.
"Thanks."
There was a silence, broken only by Kevin's gaging and the sounds of the... Adventurous couple.
"Why didn't you just make hot chocolate at home?" Castiel burst out. It was really bugging him. Did he not own hot chocolate powder?
"Oh, the microwave was phut. All the power's out. One of the reasons I came to this place. Good hot chocolate and a beacon. I'm surprised frozen zombies haven't been scratching at the walls."
"Thanks for the image. So far, so good."
"Best place to be in an apocalypse. Surrounded by coffee and good sane people." Dean spread his hands.
"Hmm, maybe broccoli coffee and cherry shots won't work." muttered Kevin. Castiel turned and looked at him. The teen actually looked very upset.
"Mostly sane people." Dean amended.
Castiel laughed but stopped.
"Wait, we're the only guys with electricity?"
"Yeah, a pole went down."
"Jeez, thank God for th-"
With a hum the lights flickered out.
"You had to go and bloody jinx it, didn't you?" came a very pissed-off voice from the counter.
I've just realized all these are in Cas' POV. Do you want me to change it?
Kevin was OOC I apologise.
I probably won't update tomorrow night because I have a friend coming for a sleepover (*Gollum voice* friendssssss? Ssssssshe hassssss friendsssssssss?) but then, she'll probably wake up and I'll be hunched over my laptop grinning manically in the darkness.
Hope ya'll have had a good day and have a good night! (I'm assuming everyone is in my time-zone which is almost 11 at night, but if you're waking up then i hope you have a great day)
Fez.
