SUPERNATURAL

TODAY YOUR BARISTA IS...

Author's Note:

Pairing: Dean Winchester/Castiel

Warnings: Alternate universe, explicit sexual content, explicit language

Note: Once a one-shot, became a multi-chapter, goddamn my muse to Lucifer's Cage. Also, this was based on a pic on Tumblr.

Disclaimer: Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke and various other people/studios. I own nothing but the plot and make no money from this story.

Chapter One

Dean practically jerked to a stop when he read the chalkboard. Usually it had the day's specials on them, or some weird little drawing by the blonde guy who Dean knew owned the store, Archangel's Delights- Gabriel, he thought his name was. But today, there were a few slightly weird sentences;

Today your barista is:

1. Hella fucking gay.

2. Desperately fucking single.

For your drink today I recommend; you give me your number.

There was also a picture of a stick figure in a... trench coat?

Okay... Dean shook his head and walked into the small coffee shop. A bell went off over his head, like usual, and he breathed in the scent of coffee and pastry. He was earlier than usual; he'd been coming to the coffee shop for a few weeks now, ever since he'd seen the guy behind the counter with the bright, bright blue eyes.

Dean had always been a sucker for a pair of pretty eyes. The guy's perpetually messy sex-hair (and the ass Dean had caught a glimpse of when the guy had bent over in a pair of jeans) might have added to Dean's little crush.

Dean still didn't know the guy's name; unlike the other employees, he didn't wear a name tag, and whenever- Gabriel, Dean was sure the blonde man was Gabriel- talked to him, he called him names like Cutie and Sex Hair and Li'l Bro. Dean wasn't sure Blue Eyes was Gabriel's brother, though, so that wasn't helpful.

The man Dean had been dreaming about (and he denied it every time Sammy teased him) was standing behind the counter wearing a black apron tied messily over a white button-up shirt and jeans. His tie beneath was crooked and he was fiddling with the knot when Dean walked up.

'Morning,' Dean smiled.

Blue Eyes jumped to look at him, and Dean smirked.

'Didn't hear me come in?' Dean asked.

'I... y-yes,' the man stuttered in that deep, rough voice that Dean wanted to hear shouting his name, preferably when they were naked and sweaty tangled in Dean's sheets. 'My apologies, I was lost in thought.' He paused and tilted his head, eyes narrowing slightly. 'You're not usually in here this early.'

'Ah... no,' Dean said, surprised that his crush had recognised him. The man had never paid particular attention to Dean before (and Dean had flirted, but Blue Eyes either wasn't gay or just not interested). 'Early meeting,' Dean explained as simply as he could, and the man nodded. 'I'll just have a-'

'Large coffee with two sugars, no milk, and a blueberry muffin?' the man cut him off and Dean nodded. 'Of course,' the man said and walked to the coffee machine.

As he worked, Dean let his eyes travel down the man's back and ass and to those long legs. He was sure the man was a runner, because he was all lean muscle.

'So,' Dean cleared his throat, and the barista didn't turn around, 'want my number?'

The man finally turned, rather sharply, and stared at Dean. 'Excuse me?'

'The sign out the front,' Dean said and chuckled when the man's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. 'It said you're gay and desperately single.'

The man did a full body jolt before racing out from behind the counter. Dean watched as he ripped the door open and went outside.

There was a loud curse before Blue Eyes came stomping back in. 'GABRIEL!' he hollered and Dean whistled. Wow, the guy had a set of lungs on him... which was just fine, because Dean rather liked the shy, quiet ones who absolutely screamed in bed.

There was a sharp bark of laughter from the back of the store before Gabriel- yes, Dean knew it- came out, drying his hands on a hand towel.

'What's up, bro?' he questioned, a smirk on his thin face.

'What did you do to the sign?' the man demanded.

Gabriel laughed again. 'What? It's true.' The other man's eyes darted quickly to Dean before away again. 'Ah...' Gabriel smiled knowingly and turned to Dean. 'My brother,' he told the mechanic, 'is hella fucking gay and desperately single.'

'Gabriel!' the man hissed.

'So I recommend your phone number,' Gabriel continued and winked at Dean. Dean blinked. 'Back to work, Cassie,' Gabriel told his brother before turning and disappearing.

'Gabriel! Gabriel!' the man shouted and Dean snickered. 'This is not funny,' he rounded on Dean, who raised his hands in defence.

'I didn't say anything!'

'You were thinking it,' the man growled and stomped back behind the counter.

Eventually, when his coffee was poured and the man was getting Dean's muffin, Dean asked, 'Cassie, is it?'

The man froze before sighing. 'Castiel,' he corrected and Dean winced in sympathy. 'Yes, we were all named after angels,' Castiel murmured and placed Dean's coffee and muffin on the counter. 'Michael, Raphael, Gabriel, Balthazar, Anael, and me.'

'Wow,' Dean breathed out. 'That's a lot of siblings.'

'Mm,' Castiel hummed, not looking up.

'Hey, I'm sure Gabriel was just having some fun,' Dean said, and Castiel peeked up at him as he rang up Dean's order. 'Just tell anyone who asks that it's Gabriel looking for the numbers.'

Castiel snorted quietly. 'He would welcome it.'

'Well, more people'll be interested in you,' Dean commented, and Castiel looked at him, both eyebrows raised, head tilted slightly in confusion. 'What?' Dean shrugged. 'Haven't looked in a mirror? Gorgeous blue eyes, messy hair, slim body, nice face... you're good-looking, dude.'

Castiel blinked at him slowly, like Dean was speaking another language. Dean waited patiently.

Finally Dean just handed over the money for his muffin and coffee and said, 'Well, um... I'd better be going.'

He turned and walked towards the door, cursing himself internally. Stupid, stupid, stupid! Why did you say that? Probably freaked him out.

'Wait!'

Dean froze, the door half pushed open, before turning to look back at Castiel. The shorter man had come out from behind the counter and was tugging at his apron nervously.

'Did... you mean that?' he asked.

'Yeah,' Dean nodded. He let his eyes trail up and down Castiel's body, and smiled slightly when Castiel flushed. 'I definitely think you're gorgeous,' Dean added.

Castiel nodded slowly and looked down. Dean watched as he chewed on his bottom lip for a few seconds before taking a deep breath.

'I... uh... wouldn't mind if you decided to take the sign's advice,' Castiel murmured and looked up at Dean carefully. God, his eyes were blue.

'So... you recommend my number, huh?' Dean asked. Castiel nodded once and Dean let a full blown Dean Winchester smile spread across his face. 'Well,' he said and took a sip of his coffee for effect, 'you'd better make sure nobody else take's the sign's advice. And I'll see you tomorrow morning with my cell number.'

Castiel blinked rapidly before a shy smile tugged at his lips, and Dean seriously wanted to kiss it away.

'Okay,' Castiel said. 'I'll... see you then...?'

He trailed off, and Dean said, 'I'm Dean.'

'Castiel,' the barista said before blushing. 'But, uh...'

'I already know that,' Dean smirked. Castiel nodded. 'Seeya later, Cas.'

Castiel jolted slightly at the nickname before smiling, and Dean winked before pushing through the door.

'Did you get his number?' Dean heard behind him.

'Shut up, Gabriel!' Castiel snapped, and Dean smiled widely.

As he walked back to his baby, it was with a spring in his step. Thank you, Gabriel, he thought as he sipped his coffee.