Well, here comes the second part. Hope you liked the starting and will like the continued parts as well.
Name: Heir to the Heathen Throne
Chapter: Animé
Place/setting: Coffee shop
Characters: Gabriel, Castiel, Balthazar, Sam, Various unknown persons
Mood: Curious, Hesitant, Content
Warnings: Pining, Pop-culture references
Author listening to: Author's other guilty pleasure- anything and everything by glorious Eluveitie
Enjoy the chapter :)
Anime; Japanese animated productions, usually featuring hand-drawn or computer animation.
Animé; orange, resinous, sticky gum produced by Jatobá, tree common to the Caribbean, Central and South America.
Animé; india-rock band, created in 1999.
Gabriel had an episode of Death Note playing on his laptop as he went trough the routine of heating up pies, cakes, pastries and other sweets when requested by the customers. He had the dough prepared for making a fresh ones, too, but was too caught up in arranging the cherry on top of an ice-cream sundea. It had to be perfect, he wanted to go present it personally to the guest who had ordered it, screw that he had no idea who it was.
He narrowed his eyes and shifted the fruit slightly to the left, adding a half-teaspoon of melted chocolate over it. There, that was good. He paused the current episode and arranged the bowl onto a plate with glass of slightly warm water, taking a deep breath.
He stepped out of the safety of his kitchen, hoping he didn't have flour or dough or marmalade anywhere over himself. Balthazar was nice enough to point the elderly couple to him and he strode confident towards them, but not before searching for a familiar face in the shop. He found the face, of course. Together with the body that belonged to it, long enough to rival his Sunday dinners with family.
He would have stumbled over his own feet had the male, to whom both said face and said body belonged, looked up at the moment, but he didn't. Of course. He was just like every other day leaned over a thick book that was resting on the edge of the table, backpack next to him on the floor, safely tucked close to touch the man's ankle all the time, and in front of him a mug of black, bitter coffee.
Gabriel set the sundae in front of the couple and leaned down to light up their candle, giving them both a smile for their thanks. He found himself envious of the harmony between them; as rare as he knew that was, the idea of growing old with someone without the fear of showing who he was made him melt and sigh like a middle-aged woman over Orlando Bloom.
"He looks like male version of Rory Gilmore." Balthazar noted as soon as Gabriel joined him by the counter, earning himself a death glare when the sentence left his mouth. He didn't seem to mind that much, no matter how hard Gabriel tried to kill him with his look; continuing on with creating some silly pictures with cream into the surface of the coffee.
"Didn't know you watched the Gilmore Girls." Gabriel said bitingly when he couldn't think of anything smart to say. He watched as the shop door opened and in went a group of young people; his guess was on students, which meant they would want the menu to help them decide that they wanted normal coffee and pancakes anyway.
"Name one person who never watched the Gilmore Girls." he heard Balthazar say with a grin, that asshat, and Gabriel picked up three of the leather-bound menus, bringing them to the round table in the middle of the room where said students decided to sit.
"Michael!" Gabriel called over his shoulder towards Balthazar, chuckling softly when one of the students looked up at him with a questioning look on his face. "Sorry, kiddo." he said towards the student, laying one of the menus straight in front of him; blond, laughing blue eyes and small dimples in his cheeks. "So your name is Michael? I am Gabriel, I will get you one coffee on the shop, since we archangels need to stick together." he said with a wink and walked off, followed by a burst of conspiratorial laughter from the group.
When he returned to the counter, Balthazar had three coffees ready, so Gabriel made one more trip around the tables to get them to their rightful owners. "I don't get why stuff like that works on everyone, but Rory over there.." he complained, leaning against the counter next to his kind-of-cousin, dipping his finger into the cream and licking it off.
"Maybe you need to serenade him." Balthazar batted his finger away, as if that would ever stop Gabriel from stealing sweets.
"You know very well that I can't sing." Gabriel rolled his eyes, "I like to, of course. 'Cause who doesn't, right? But the quality's deplorable." He hopped up to sit on the counter and watched his favourite customer trough the mirror behind the counter; the counter looked like a bar, he got told. But as he didn't serve alcohol, only sometimes in some of the sweets, it didn't worry him that much.
The male version of Rory Gilmore straightened up right on time, pushing his empty coffee mug away from him exactly at half past nine; it was a simple gesture, but Gabriel knew him well enough already and was by his table in a beat, grinning expectantly as he waited for the student to speak up.
"Oh, hey. Yeah.." was the first thing the male said from the moment he had walked into the sweetshop, Gabriel knew it, so that explained his low and throaty voice. None the less, Gabriel found himself speechless and staring at his mouth for long seconds, only the few low syllables enough to send a tremor trough his spine.
Oh wait, no, he had said 'coffee, black' in a curt, matter-of-fact voice when he had walked in. Balthazar always complained about the lack of 'good morning' or 'please' or 'thank you', but Gabriel knew him well enough to know that he would complain about anything.
A clearing of throat had him back in the present and he muttered an embarrassed apology for having spaced out. Minding that the customer obviously preferred gestures and silence to words, he just handed the bill over without a sound.
And holly shit, the male was sitting almost as tall as Gabriel was standing now that he was straightened, handing the money to him. He was already used to the exchange, knowing that 'Rory' was not about to want the change back, but all the while he reached for his wallet to give it to him. A raised palm stopped him and he gave the man a smile, small 'thank you' slipping past his lips.
After that he could only watch as his customer gathered his things and walked out, long strides graceful and fast. He didn't look back and Gabriel could only mourn the loss of his presence.
"-or the last time, Dean! Don't call me when I'm having a seminar!"
"Hey, baby bro. Hardly my fault you didn't turn sounds off."
"You're not blaming this on me. What on Earth did you want?"
"Just ask you how you're doin'. -Nah. Kidding, sorry, Sammy."
"Ha. Funny as always, Dean. And don't call me that."
"Okay, okay, chill. Jeez. Dad called, I might be stayin' bit longer than expected. You don't mind, right?"
"Of course not. I'll be happy to have you here.."
"Cool. Awesome. Get your ass to the motel, then. We're going out to get pie."