That night, all I could think about was those stupid green eyes. Why did they intrigue me so much? I couldn't figure it out.
I snapped close my book about the Evolution of Mammals, and sleepily walked over to my bed.
Tomorrow should be a better day, I hope.

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When Meg walked into Angel's Café the next morning, she was more than surprised to see me ready to go behind the register at 5:30 a.m.
"Wow. When did you get here?" she asked, dumping off her bag in the break room.
I smiled pleasantly as I sorted through the money in the till. "4 o'clock. I made sure to set four alarm clocks this morning, so I'm not late again."
"Uh-huh," she said, raising an eyebrow as she started up the machines. "Good for you, weirdo."
I shrugged, closing the till to the register. "Nothing wrong with being early."
"Whatever," Meg muttered.
When we opened the café at six o'clock sharp, the same mysterious guy with the piercing green eyes walked in. But that wasn't the only time. For the next week and a half, the same guy walked in at exactly 6:01 a.m. every morning. And, that wasn't even the weird part. He always sat next to the window, he always stayed until closing, he always ordered black coffee, and he always acted like a complete douche bag.
By the end of the second week, I was getting pretty tired of this green eyed man. So, on the Friday of the second week, I decided to try a new method: kindness.
I'll stop trying to out-douche the guy, and maybe I'll understand what his problem is.
How could it go wrong?
So when the man walked into the café Friday morning, I decided to test my theory.
"What can I get you, sir? Coffee, black?" I asked, smiling.
He gave me a blank stare, an eyebrow raised. "What? Are you stalking me or something?" He asked.
My smile faltered, but only for a second. "No! I- it's just my regulars usual order the same thing. And- well, you've been ordering the same thing for the past week so I just thought... you know."
Wow, this plan is crashing and burning.
"Yeah. Okay. One, that's creepy. Two, I'd like coffee with sugar. But, thanks anyways, Mr. Know-It-All." He said, an amused expression on his face.
I clenched my teeth.
"I'm not a know-it-all. I just like to be informed about my costumers." I explained, as nicely as I could muster. But, I knew I was failing when a devilish smile began to bloom on the man's face.
"I'm sure. But, you don't know me. And, I'm glad you don't. So, don't act like you do. Got it?" He spat, a sarcastic smile playing on his lips.
I didn't respond, I just angrily accepted his money and handed him his drink, grumbling in the process.
"Control yourself, sweetheart." He commented sarcastically, and winked.
He turned away and, of course, sat down in the exact same spot he always did.
I stomped over to Meg with clenched teeth. This guy is really pissing me off.
"Dude. I hate that guy." I muttered to her as she wiped down the prep area.
She glanced over at the man and scoffed. "You just realized now?"
I shrugged, crossing my arms. "I'm not a 'know-it-all', am I?"
Meg was about to shake her head no, but hesitated. "Well... you know a lot of things..."
I huffed, furrowing my eyebrows. "I'm not a know-it-all! I just like to be informed. I like to know the facts, what's wrong with that?!"
"It's kinda nerdy," Meg giggled, an amused smile on her face.
"I don't care, facts are facts. Your opinion isn't." I said, turning to glance at the man by the window again.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever, Cassie. Now stop ogling over that guy, and help me refill the dispensers," Meg said, nudging me with her elbow.
I ignored her, and stole another glance at the man sitting by the window. He just peered through the glass, watching the people walk by. The way he looked at those strangers, it's like he knew them; That interested me.
"Maybe, I should just try talking to him."
She stopped, raising an eyebrow at me. "You okay, Cassie? Did you trip and hit your head, or something? Lost your marbles? That's a stupid idea. There is no use in getting through to that guy. He's a psycho."
I just shrugged. "Something about the guy intrigues me. Maybe, if I just try talking to him like he was another human being, I'll be able to get through to him. I want to know his story."
She scoffed, throwing her hands up in defeat. "Yeah, kay. You go be buddy-buddy with that asshole. I'm going to actually get some work done."
I simply nodded, and hesitantly strode towards the man who sat by the window. He didn't even look up when I sat down in the chair across from him, he just continued to stare out the window.
"Um," I cleared my throat. "Hello."
He slowly turned his head to face me, his green eyes piercing through my icy, blue ones.
"Hi." He simply greeted.
"So, I- um noticed how you've been coming here a lot- which is great, don't get me wrong, but you're being- sorta rude to our... employees." I found it difficult to hold eye contact with him. His stare was so intense, it was threatening.
"I wouldn't be so rude if you made better coffee." He responded, simply.
I sat back in the chair, and narrowed my eyes at the man.
"What's your name?" I asked.
"Why do you care?" He spat, his emotionless expression shifting slightly.
I cleared my throat, and leaned forward in my chair, a sweet smile plastered on my face. "Hi, my name is Castiel Novak. And yours is?" I held out my hand for him to shake. The man hesitated before groaning in response.
"Winchester. Dean Winchester." He stated, taking my hand and shaking it once.
"See? That wasn't so hard. Nice to meet you, Dean." I said. Maybe I could actual get somewhere with this guy.
He just nodded before taking a gulp of his coffee.
"So, if I may ask--" I began.
"--no you may not." He finished, raising an eyebrow at me.
I crossed my arms, feeling rather frustrated with this 'Dean' person.
"Why do you come here right when we open, and then leave right before we close?" I asked, my voice serious. I'm done messing around.
He gave me a stern look before answering. "Maybe, because I don't have anywhere else to go. So, mind your own business, and get outta my ass."
I tilted my head in confusion. "I was never in your... oh. That's a theoretical statement, isn't it?"
Dean let out a short laugh, and shook his head with a small smile. "Yeah, it was."
I nodded with a small smile on my lips. I need to buy a book about theoretical statements, or things could end up awkward- or more awkward than it already was.
"Well, thanks for the crappy coffee, Cas. I'll probably be back tomorrow." Dean said, opening up his wallet and throwing a dollar bill on the table in front of me.
I watched Dean as he swiftly walked out of the café, his hands shoved in his jean pockets.
No one has ever called me 'Cas' before, I thought. I like it.

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A/C: Ooh, sassy Dean. (;

Up next: Dean Winchester Returns.