"Can you stop glancing at the clock every 5 minutes? You're gonna give yourself whiplash, moron." Meg complained as she handed another costumer their caffeinated heart attack in a cup.
"I get out at 11:00 today," I said, my eyes widening.
She eyed me up, and down, concerned. "Uh-huh. Just like you do every other day... you okay there, Cassie?"
I nodded, a little too quickly. "Yep. I just can't wait to leave."
Meg's eyes widened slightly, taking a step back. "Hello? Is Castiel inside there? Where did he go? Because, the guy I'm talking too right now isn't Cas." I rolled my eyes, she's so dramatic.
"Well, whatever, weirdo. It's only 9:30, so you got a while yet. So while you're at it-" she pushes a kettle of coffee into my hand. "-do refills." She patted me on the back before pushing me into the, once again, busy crowd of people sitting at tables.
I slowly made my way around the room, stopping at tables that had mugs. And, trust me, after asking: "Refill?" about 30 plus times, you kind of want to gorge your eyes out with a spoon.
Once I was getting to the last of the tables, I spotted a now familiar costumer with green eyes.
I smiled to myself as I walked up to his table by the window. "Want a refill, Dean?"
He turned to face me, a calm smile spread onto his lips. "I sure would if it's poured by you, Cas." I grinned lightly as I poured more coffee into his mug.
"Thanks," he said, blowing on the hot drink when I was finished.
"Sure thing," I nodded. I was about to turn away, and walk to my next costumer, but Dean called for me to stop.
"What?" I asked, turning back to face those green eyes again.
"You're still bringing me to Central Park again, right?" He asked, a hint of doubt in his voice.
"Well, of course. I'm a man of my word." I promised, smiling.
Dean sighed slightly, relaxing into his chair. "Awesome."

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"Ready to go?" I asked Dean, offering a small smile.
He nodded, finishing off his last mug of coffee. He stood up from the table, and followed me out the door and onto the sidewalk outside.
"It's not a far walk to the Park from town. Only 10 minutes or so," I explained as I walked by his side.
"I don't mind, walking is fine," he said, shrugging slightly.
"Do you walk to the café every morning?" I asked, curious.
"Oh, god no. It'd take me an hour to walk. That's why I have my Baby; A black, 1967 Chevy Impala to get me where I need to go. My baby is gorgeous." He explained, his eyes lighting up when he talked about his car. I nodded, smiling. I didn't know much about cars, but when he talked about them, it almost seemed like I did.
"Well, where do you live that it's an hours walk?" I asked, peering up at him. He glanced down at me, his eyes narrowing. I knew he was thinking the "mind your own business" statement, but I wanted to know. "I mean, I am an hours walk away from the café too, I just thought we might live close or something..."
He looked ahead of him again, pursing his lips. "I live on the west side of town, on the outskirts."
I nodded, my shoulders slouching in disappointment. "Oh. I live on the east side, also on the outskirts."
"I'm not too familiar with the east side." Dean stated, and simply shrugged, as if it wasn't big deal- which I guess it wasn't. But, why am I feeling so disappointed then? We walked the rest of the route in a comfortable silence. There was several people busy on the streets though, walking past us, occasionally bumping into us.
So, when a quiet pedestrian accidentally bumped into Dean, I didn't think nothing of it. Not until Dean gently fell against me from impact. He put his arm out, catching himself from falling by grabbing my waist. One of his fingers slipped under my shirt when he caught himself, causing goose bumps to appear on my skin.
"Sorry," he muttered, pushing himself up right. "People are assholes."
"I-it's alright," I mumbled, my skin heating from where his fingers had touched.
"Is that the park?" Dean asked, after several seconds of silence.
"Um, yeah." I said, trying to sound normal, but I was honestly trying to figure out why I couldn't get my voice to work properly.
We strolled down the cement walk way to the fountain that stood in the center of the park. At this time of year (Late-Summer), the sight was beautiful.
All of the late-summer flowers were at full bloom, and the trees were the greenest they'd ever be.
"Wow, this is pretty neat," Dean commented, gazing around at the people having a picnics in the grass.
"I mean, it's not much, I guess. But, its an important feature in the town." I said, finally relaxing enough to speak full sentences.
We both explored around for a while, walking around the trails, throwing money in the fountain, admiring the wildlife; silly things like that. And, to be honest, I didn't think Dean would like it that much. But, the way his eyes lit up when he saw an animal scurry by, or the bounce in his step when he walked, told me that he enjoyed it just as much as I did.
After about an hour or more in the park, I sat down on a bench under a shady tree. Dean shortly followed, sitting down beside me with his arm draped over the back of the wooden bench behind me. I sat up straighter. His arm was behind my back, making it easy for him to just wrap his arm around my shoulder. I felt my face begin to warm from the thought, but before it could, Dean spoke up-- and I'm glad he did.
"Thanks, for- this." Dean said, gesturing to the park with his free hand.
"I-It wasn't a big deal. I needed the fresh air anyways." I said, smiling.
"I needed to socialize too," he mumbled, avoiding my gaze.
I tilted my head slightly. "Maybe if you didn't close yourself up so much, you'd get more socializing done."
Dean snorted a short laugh with a tight smile. "You're doing that thing again where you try to get to know me."
"I'm just curious... I mean, where are you even from?"
"Kansas."
I rolled my eyes. "Not where you live, where you're from. Where did you come from?"
He shifted slightly on the bench, causing it to creak. "I was born, and raised in Kansas until I was 18. Then, I left to travel the country, and here I am now, I guess."
"Why did you leave? What made you come back? How did you even survive traveling the country when you were only 18? That's like 5 years by yourself, isn't it?" I asked, eyeing the man in interest. I was pretty sure I knew how he traveled the country alone at only 18, considering I relatively did the same thing.
Dean just offered me a close mouth smile, but even though he was smiling, his eyes looked sad. "Too many questions, Cas."
I looked down at my hands, that rested in my lap. "Sorry."
"We should do this again sometime." He said, almost as if he was talking to himself.
I glanced up at him, my eyes wide. He wants to meet me again? "That would be nice. Same place?"
Dean shook his head. "Nah, I mean, this was fun, and all, but I get hungry."
"How... how about dinner? I could show you around my apartment, if that's cool. You did say you're not very familiar with the east side of town." I suggested, hoping that he would say yes.
He smiled, the faint sadness leaving his eyes. "That would be nice."
"Great. Tomorrow? If you come to the café tomorrow, we could walk to my house after my 3 o'clock shift?" I asked, my eyes shining with excitement.
He smiled again, his green eyes just as excited as mine. "Sounds like a plan, Cas."

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A/C: This was kinda a long chapter.
#sorrynotsorry
But, I am sorry that it took so long to update! I'll try to update everyday from now on.