12 November

"So what do you do, Castiel?" Dean asked, following Castiel from behind the counter. Castiel looked at him wearily but smiled politely nonetheless, figuring that it would be less trouble just to answer him.

"I'm a doctor," Castiel replied, leaning against the wall as he waited for his drink. Dean nodded thoughtfully, and for some reason Castiel couldn't help but stare. Stare at the way Dean's eyes sparkled in the morning sun. Dean had freckles, Castiel noticed, and very cute ones at that.

"I'm assuming you know what I do," Dean said, moving to take another customer's order. Castiel smiled.

"Hmmm... I'm gonna take a stab at it and say you're a barista?" Castiel asked, surprised at how comfortable he was becoming around Dean. A good, hearty laugh escaped from Dean, and Castiel couldn't help but catch himself staring... again.

"Wow, how'd ya get that one?" Dean asked jokingly. "I mean, you're dead on."

"Lucky guess," Castiel replied, shrugging nonchalantly but feeling a small smile grow on his lips. Dean smiled even wider, the area around his bright green eyes crinkling.

"Well you're a damn good guesser," Dean commented, right before a loud voice called out Castiel's drink, the name still horribly wrong. Castiel's eyes flicked to Dean as he picked up his drink, the same cocky smirk still in place. Castiel didn't comment, slipping a cover on his cup and taking a sip, the hot liquid warming him. He adjusted his trench coat, ready to face the elements, and made his way to the door.

A drawn out 'Bye Catapult!' from a familiar voice followed Castiel as he exited the coffee shop, the cool air hitting him and clawing at him as soon as he stepped out.

"Yeah, Catapult," Castiel said to himself, and for some reason he couldn't stop smiling.