Dean first saw him because of a wasps nest. His favourite coffee shop had been closed for a week while they tried to get rid of the infestation. He walked in that first morning in a daze, mainly due to a lack of sleep the night before and a serious lack of caffeine. He hadn’t even realised the guy in front of him had been talking until he coughed loudly.
“Sorry, what?” Dean asked finally looking at the guy. Dean thought he recognised him from somewhere.
“I asked you what drink you wanted.” The guy said. “Long night?”
“Oh yeah, I got an English paper due this morning.” Dean said. “Can I get a large coffee, extra shot?”
“Oh…Dean.” He said only just noticing that the guy in front of him was incredibly attractive. Dean had always been a sucker for dark hair and blue eyes. It wasn’t until he was walking out that he saw the note written on his cup.
‘Dean. Good luck with the paper.’
It went on like that for several weeks. Dean’s old favourite coffee place was swiftly replaced. Every morning Dean would walk into the place in a daze until the blue eyed barista gave him a smile. He would always write little notes on the cups. He had figured out who the barista was after describing him to Jo. Turned out the guy was in her history class. Soon Dean only went for those notes on the cups and the small conversations he had with Cas.
‘Dean, congratulations on the A’
‘Dean, no that shirt doesn’t make you look fat.’
'Dean, stop complaining about the music.’
'No Dean. I can’t give you free coffee because you’re cute.’
'If I do give you free coffee it does mean I find you cute.’
'We need bigger cups. These notes are getting longer.’
'Stop winking at me to get a free muffin. It won’t work.’
'That free muffin was not because of the wink yesterday.’
This went on for several weeks until finally one note said:
'Dean, are you planning on asking me for a drink soon?’
Dean stopped, stared at the cup and swiftly turned back round. Once through the door he held the cup up at Cas. Cas rolled his eyes.
“You seemed so affronted yesterday when I said that I hadn’t seen Star Wars. I figured you could explain it me over drinks.” Cas called over with a shrug.
“Pick you up at seven tonight?” Dean asked.
“Turn the cup around.” Cas said, a smirk spreading across his face. Dean turned the paper cup around and grinned at the message.
'Yes. It’s a date.’