Cas almost thinks he's going to be lucky when he walks through the doors on Thursday at 1 pm and doesn't see Dean anywhere. But of course, fate hates him and Dean suddenly straightens up from where he was hidden stacking boxes under the counter. He looks less pleased to see him than Cas feels. (Cas has also decided that he totally isn't good looking at all. He's only mostly honest with himself, after all.)
"Hello, Dean," he says pleasantly.
Dean nods. "Cas."
"Sam tells me you're living with him now," Cas says.
"Sam opens his damn mouth too much."
Cas huffs. "To his friends?"
"Look, buddy, this is the first I have heard of Sam being friends with - "
"Anybody?" Cas cuts him off. "What did you think he was doing the last four years, sleeping on a bench?"
Dean is keeping a tight lid on his anger, but Cas sees it anyway. "Of course not," Dean says, "but he never talked about his good friend Cas." He puts an emphasis on the last phrase that makes Cas's spine crawl. And not in a pleasant way.
"Well, that wasn't entirely his fault, Dean."
Dean laughs tightly. "Look, I tried to talk to him, and it's not my fault the kid didn't want to talk to the only family he's got left."
"So that's why you hate the family he's made here?"
"He's my brother!" Dean lunges forward and Cas jumps a half-step back from the counter before Dean stops himself suddenly, like he's just remembered where he is, and breathes in sharply. They stare at each other silently before Dean breaks the gaze and shoves away from the register.
"Here's your damn half-caf latte," he says, sliding a mug across the counter towards Cas. Then he spins on his heel and storms to the back room.
Cas gapes at the drink and tries to get his heart rate back to normal. What the hell.
Hey people! Thanks to everyone reading...This is my first time writing AU and writing Dean/Cas so...we'll see how it goes. The world can always use more coffee shop AUs, I always say.