sickly sweet, deancas coffee shop au, 1.3k // ao3
special thanks to @caslikescoffeeandfreckles @casitels @ialwayscomewhenyoucall @cenedrariva and @fairy-princess-cas for their help with the names of the drinks, and @wanderingcas for beta reading this!
They meet for the first time in a coffee shop. It’s so cliché like his life is a goddamn rom-com. Except for the part where Castiel friggin’ Novak is a—is an asshole.
Admittedly, he’s an asshole with sex hair and striking eyes—and Dean is, quite frankly, insulted by this; someone like Castiel really shouldn’t look so good—but he’s still an asshole and Dean is definitely not into him. For the most part.
He has some self-respect.
Anyway, they meet on a Thursday morning where Dean usually gets his coffee before class, like he does every day. Except today there’s a new guy behind the counter.
And, god, he’s—he’s beautiful. Can boys be beautiful? Dean thinks they can, and even if they can’t, this guy would definitely be the exception to the rule. Yeah, he’s fucking gorgeous. And maybe Dean loses the ability to form words for a second but he’s always sucked when it comes to crushes on boys so, really, it’s not his fault.
There’s a queue, and the guy is looking at him with an almost-smile like he knows exactly what Dean’s thinking and asks, ‘Are you going to order or just stare all day?’
Dean narrows his eyes because rude but he doesn’t feel too offended because, holy shit, his voice. He’s probably taken what with his sex hair and sex voice; he probably had a very busy night.
The faint smile changes into him looking like he’s trying not to laugh at Dean. And Dean doesn’t particularly want to be laughed at but he also really wants to hear him laugh.
Flirting is Dean’s first language, though, and he decides he’s not going to be rendered speechless by this—by Castiel, according to his nametag.
‘Bit of both?’ Dean suggests smiling back, sickly sweet. Castiel raises an eyebrow but doesn’t say anything, which Dean counts as a victory, and orders a caramel macchiato, and then Castiel does laugh at him.
‘You got a problem with that?’ Dean asks, affronted but also mildly stunned by his unfairly attractive laugh. Can laughs be attractive? Goddammit.
‘Not at all,’ Castiel replies, still with that smile and that voice.
‘Fine,’ Dean bristles, and he knows he’s being somewhat pathetic, but he can’t think of anything else to say and the line is getting pretty long, so he lets it go.
He also most definitely doesn’t think about Castiel for the rest of the day.