destiel // 117 // 1.1k // fluff // for spacedoutdean // ao3
Two minutes late. Not too bad, but Dean isn’t that much of a patient man. He orders a dark coffee and waits, sitting at a counter. He catches the eyes of the counter boy a couple of times. He tries not to think about his lips.
Over half an hour late. Dean wasn’t letting up his resolve, though. He’d waited over a week for this date. Usually he doesn’t like dates, and he still doesn’t, but he needs to get himself back out there. And his family off of his back. He orders yet another coffee, no longer concerned about his intake. What the hell, he’ll order a lemon pound cake too. He deserves it.