Captain Castiel Novak visits Dean’s little record shop by the base every Thursday night after work, looking crisp and proper in his uniform with his last name displayed starkly beside the words “U.S. AIR FORCE.”
The first time he ever came in, he stumbled through the doors looking at Dean with eyes as wide as saucers, breathing a little bit heavily as he clutched his cover in his hands like a knife at a gun fight.
“Hey sir, can I help you?” Dean asked as he finished wiping down the counter with an old band shirt. He spied the two bars on the officer’s collar and flashed him a smile, wary but polite.
“Yes, I just… I was…” Captain Novak wasn’t even blinking as he kept his sights firmly on Dean’s face. “I wanted to buy a CD.”
“That’s what I sell,” Dean replied, toning down his cheesy salesman grin to something a little bit more genuine. He was completely unprepared for the way the captain walked forward at the sight of it, offering Dean an outstretched hand, still keeping eye contact.
“I’m Castiel,” he started, “Castiel Novak. But please just call me Castiel.”
“Uh.” Dean took his hand and caught a whiff of something clean and earthy as Castiel leaned forward. “Nice to meet you then, Castiel. I’m Dean Winchester.”
“That’s fantastic,” Castiel replied.
Dean was at a loss for maybe five whole seconds before he let go of the captain’s hand and made his way around the counter.
“Um. Uh. So you uh. You wanted a CD?”
And that’s how it all starts.
