Awhile ago kurosaki224 came to me and asked if I would write a short little Destiel fic in the “In college and go to get cereal and the dispenser breaks causing cereal to go everywhere” AU. I finally found time to get this sucker done. So… here it is!
Castiel jolted awake with a nagging fear in the pit of his
stomach. He hadn’t heard his usual Monday alarm go off, which, of course, was
never a good sign. A quick look at his phone solidified the sinking feeling.
“7:36am,” it read. Cas’ class started at 8:20. “Shit,” he swore as he flung the
covers to the side and sat up. A sudden, loud, protesting growl from his
stomach alerted him that food was the main priority. So much for that shower, he thought. He scrambled out of bed,
trudged over to the sink and applied a heavy amount of deodorant and a couple
spritzes of his strongest cologne. I
suppose that will have to do…
Cas started his
morning cup of coffee as he gathered the items he needed for his first class.
He continued his routine and pulled out a random pair of jeans and a shirt from
his dresser. The shirt he plucked was an old, white Elvis shirt that was
definitely his favorite. He pulled his maroon cardigan over his shoulders and
grabbed the now ready pot of coffee from its nook and poured a generous amount
into his Wile E. Coyote mug.
He sighed contently as the
soothing aroma of Columbian coffee tickled his nose. He closed his eyes as he
brought the mug to his lips, but they shot back open as the scalding hot liquid
hit his tongue. He jerked the mug away from him in surprise causing coffee to
spill down his chest and onto his favorite shirt. For the second time in five
minutes, Cas swore under his breath. He stripped the cardigan and pulled the
stained t-shirt over his head, grumbling something about “just my luck” as he
yanked a new, less important shirt from his drawer. He angrily threw his
cardigan over his shoulder and grabbed his backpack. Finally ready and armed
with books and coffee, he started this dreary and overcast Monday by making his
way down to the dining hall.
Ahh, finally, Cas thought as he approached the cereal station, something good for this already horrid day. He
snagged a bowl from the stack under the counter and set it next to his favorite
cereal, Oaty Bran Crunch. Having a cereal like Oaty Bran Crunch as his favorite
was like a gift to Castiel. It ensured that there was never a shortage and that
it was guaranteed that he could always start his day right. He picked up the
plastic scoop and reached for the dispenser lid to retrieve his meal when the
truly unexpected happened.
Not only did the lid open,
but the entire face of the container
swung out, as if it hadn’t been latched properly, causing nearly every piece to
fall to the floor and scatter. Cas felt two inches tall as passers-by made no
efforts to contain their laughter. It felt like the whole world was against him
today. If he didn’t already feel like disappearing, then the harsh, gravelly
voice from behind that startled him certainly did.
“Really, man? I was
looking forward to that,” the voice exclaimed.
Cas didn’t even bother
turning around. He was far too furious and embarrassed. First a faulty alarm, then my coffee, and now this asshole?
“OF FUCKING COURSE,” Cas exploded,
“today would be the day that someone actually cared about thi–“ his words
trailed off as he whipped around to face the stranger that had yelled at him.
He swallowed hard.
the unrealistically green eyes that caught his attention first. There weren’t
words that captured the color properly without making them sound cartoonish. It
was as if the Emerald City was hiding behind this man’s eyes. The fellow Oaty
Bran lover’s features were equally attractive and intimidating as his voice.
His disheveled hair was breathtaking. His gorgeously tanned skin was covered in
just the right amount of freckles to almost make the initial intimidation melt
away. The stranger flashed a knowing, sly grin as he started making his way to
the counter. Oh God, Cas thought as
his cheeks flushed, was my gawking really
“Sorry,” Cas mumbled as his eyes
darted to his shoes, kicking a few pieces of bran away from him. The unnamed
man let out a chuckle as he plucked a bowl from under the counter and reached
for the scoop.
“No worries, Blue-Eyes,” he quipped,
“Cheerios are fine, too,” he added with a smile. The nickname normally would
have bothered Cas, but coming from the attractive stranger, it just made the
butterflies in his stomach go nuts. He followed the man’s movements as he
reached for the lid to the Cheerios dispenser. His shameless gawking was
replaced by failed attempts to not fall over laughing as the exact same
catastrophe happened to the green-eyed stranger.
“Not so easy, is it,” Cas chirped
as a cheeky smile formed. The other man dropped his shoulders in defeat and
slowly turned to face Cas. Noticing the absolute shit-eating grin Cas was
wearing, his face reddened to a noticeably dark shade. He coughed awkwardly and
tried to recover his dignity.
“Uh… that wasn’t me,” he blatantly
lied, covering up his defeat with a half-assed, adorable grin. The guy was
attractive and funny. Oh no…
“Does ‘me’ have a name,” Cas
inquired, stifling his laughter. The stranger smiled.
“Dean,” he answered as he stepped
closer, Cheerios and bran crunching beneath his feet. “What about you? Should I just keep calling you Blue-Eyes? Because that
works for me.” Cas’ cheeks heated up again at the use of the new nickname. Dammit, Dean, you can’t possibly be this
flirty all the time. He noticed Dean look away for a moment in an attempt
to hide his equally red face.
“Uh, Castiel. Or Cas, if you like.”
“Alright, well, Cas,” Dean began as
he gestured towards the cereal disaster, “I’m thinking waffles sound good at
this point.” Cas smiled wide and nodded. He could skip his first class to have
breakfast with a cute guy, right?
“Waffles it is.”