The next couple of days went by Dean free. He didn't actually expect to see him again, so he didn't hold an expectation that he would. But it kind of disappointed Cas that he was right.
Classes had just finished and he was on his way down to one of his favourite places in the world. He hurried his way down a small street, the wind viciously biting at his face. With each breath a small white cloud puffed out of his mouth.
He couldn't keep his mind off the bright green eyes that seemed to look into his soul while the same person referred to him as an angel. He sighed deeply, to what seemed like the thousandth time that day.
He blinked his eyes violently, trying to get the thoughts out of his head. He turned another corner, pulling his blue grey scarf higher, just almost covering his mouth. He reached a music café store.
He'd been coming here for years; he'd order his usual coffee and burger and take his favourite seat at the back corner table booth.
He used this place as an escape, whenever things got rough at home or when he just couldn't bring himself to handle life, he'd come here. He sought comfort in being surrounded by all the records and books. The food was just an extra pleasure.
He took a seat and neatly set up his books and laptop.
The coffee was a sweet welcoming running down his throat, warming him up leaving him with a smile on his face.
His phone buzzed in his pocket, a sudden hope rose up in him. He took out his phone and stared at it, taking in one deep breath before switching on the screen.
The screen glowed with a reminder that his Angel essay was due in 2 days. Another wave of disappointment flooded over him. He threw down his phone, rougher than he expected and a small crack appeared down his screen.
"Fuck." Castiel groaned, taking a few moments to realised what he had done.
He picked up his coffee, taking another sip. It didn't taste sweet and welcoming anymore, it felt bitter and he just wanted to spit it out.
He opened up his book, looking over the notes he had taken down for his assignment. He was irritated and pissed off, and he barely knew why.
He looked down at his paper, and concentrated on the word Angel. He felt a odd laughter build up within him. Was this what this was about? Was this about Dean? He only spoke once. He barely said anything to him. He only gave him a lift home because he was just being nice, that was it. Plus one of the first things he said was that he was into 'frisky women'.
He had to get these thoughts out of his head. The laughter was rising higher and he could feel his eyes tearing up.
He folded his arms down in front of him and laid his head down. He never really thought about his sexual orientation before, he'd always thought he was attracted to girls. Thought now that he really thought about it, he'd never really been attracted to anyone before.
Wow. His first crush was with some hot shot guy that he'd only met once and had no contact with at all. Brilliant.
Castiel chuckled to himself before he dozed off.
"Cas? Cas? Castiel, wake up. You have to go, we're closing up." A young woman's voice woke him up.
He blinked several times before his vision cleared out. He slowly remembered where he was. He slowly straightened his back, feeling his spine crack all the way up.
"I'm sorry, Jo. I'll be on my way." He looked up to see his long-time friend sitting in front of him, a compassionate smile on her face.
"You're too hard on yourself, Cas. You should take a break every now and then."
"Too hard on myself? I need to toughen up, Jo. I'm behind on my assess… oh god I didn't even start on it." Cas found himself banging his hands against his head.
"Well, I'd stay and chat Cas, but I need to close this place. And going home sounds great to me."
Jo patted Cas on his shoulder and walked away. Cas checked his phone again to see it was 10:30pm and oh dear lord he was screwed.
He hurried to pack up his untouched study gear and bought his untouched burger and ice-cold coffee up to front counter. He called out for Jo but she didn't reply.
Cas stood in the empty café, feeling rude if he were to just leave his rubbish on the front counter. The place had an eerie feel when no one was around.
He picked up the unfinished dishes and went behind the counter into the kitchens. He knew where everything was kept and where things were placed. He emptied out his burger into the bin, feeling guilty for not even starting it and poured his cold coffee into the sink.
A creaky door opened from behind him and he turned to see Jo walking in.
"You alright, Cas? You don't have to do this." Jo said taking the dirty dishes away from him.
"No, I'm fine thank you. I didn't want to just leave it there, Sorry. I felt as though I should help you considering I hadn't appreciated you meal you had made me." He felt as though he should have apologised, even though he hadn't done anything wrong.
"It's getting quite dark, you better get going." Jo took Cas by the arm, slowly dragging him to the stores front door. She'd been here many times with Cas, she knew if she didn't get him out he'd end up being a cleaner to the whole place, out of his own guilt.
"I can't drop you off today, Ash is coming to get me in a while. Take care of yourself, okay Cas?" Cas didn't say anything, he simply nodded and said his goodbyes.
He didn't live too far from the café, but the walk in the dark seemed as though he lived miles and miles away.
He pulled up his scarf and ventured on into the darkness, a feeling of nausea building up every time he was about to turn a corner.
He was just up the path near his place when the darkness around him was inked by a bright light.
He turned to see that a car had switched on their head lights and it was shining in his direction. It took a moment to register that the headlights were coming from a black 1967 Chevy Impala. He stared at it head on until the lights switched off.
Inside the car was lit up and he could see a certain green eyed boy.
Cas walked his way down to the car, bending and smiling down at the passenger inside.
Dean slowly lowered his window, wincing as the cold breeze entered his baby.
"Hey there, Cas" Dean's voice was husky and playful and made Cas want to melt.
"Hello, Dean." He looked into Dean's eyes, wanting to just stain his mind with the beautiful emeralds that looked back at him.
"Do you want to come inside?" Cas offered.