The man who comes in to Castiel’s shop is tall and handsome, wearing an expensive suit. He looks around for a for a few minutes, inspecting the roses, before he seems to settle on a bloom he likes.
Castiel feels his heart drop.
The man is probably shopping for a girlfriend or a lover. He’s looking to buy a dozen red roses, the most expensive ones in the shop, and then he’ll write a card - some deceleration of love, probably rather cliche, and that will be the last time Castiel will ever see him.
It’s really rather silly of Castiel to have fallen in love with him at first sight. The man hasn’t even spoken to him, hasn’t told him his name and already Castiel is wishing that he was buying the flowers for him.
"Can I help you?" he asks politely, stepping out from behind the counter.
"Do you deliver?" the man asks briskly. He hasn’t looked away from the flowers yet. "I’m looking to buy something for my parents wedding anniversary and I need it delivered to them."
"Oh," Castiel says softly. "Yes, we deliver."
His heart pounds in his chest. Surreptitiously, he looks for a wedding ring on the man’s fingers but there isn’t one. The man reaches out and plucks one of the long stemmed red roses free from it’s display.
Finally, he turns to look at Castiel.
"I’d like to buy a dozen of these," he says. "And also this one, but I want to keep this one separate. It’s a gift for someone else."
Castiel nods. He tries to keep his disappointment from showing. Of course this handsome man would have someone in his life. Of course he would.
"I’m Dean Smith," the man says.
"Do you want to open an account with us?" Castiel asks automatically.
He offers the rose to Castiel.
"Actually, I was hoping for your name."