coffee endeavours - au
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featuring
complicated starbucks orders -
charlie being us 100% - fluff
- dean hating cas - cas
hating dean - shit

It began every Monday afternoon, 3 pm sharp;
our study period. Castiel would walk into Starbucks, books in hand.

Then Dean would notice, Charlie observed. Dean would glare at the boy walking up to him, knowing what terrors would spill from his lips.

"Good Afternoon, Winchester."

"Novak."

"One Iced, Half Caff, Ristretto, Venti, 4-Pump, Sugar Free, Cinnamon, Dolce Soy Skinny Latte, dear." Castiel would place sarcastically, a wide smile graced on his lips.

Dean would grit his teeth, "Right away....dick,"

Castiel would shoot him a glare and walk over to me; his younger, arguably gayer, sister. We'd make small talk until Castiel heard the hideous name Dean graced him with that day.

"Asshat? Order for Asshat?" That was a new one.

Castiel rolled his eyes at my laugh and stood himself up to collect the drink. Then, Castiel would do what he always does; struggle with opening his straw, glare and tip Dean an overly generous tip. Dean would begrudgingly accept the money and Castiel would walk back to me.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

I sipped the last of my drink up through my straw, making that excruciatingly provoking sound.

"You do understand that you just paid your elementary, middle school, high school and college nemesis more money as a tip than you actually paid for your ridiculous coffee?" I smirked, pulling at Castiel's strings.

"Can you not bring that up every single time we study?"

"Can you not order ludicrous drinks in a failed attempt to hide from the fact that you've got the hots for Dean Winchester?"

"Touchè"

"So you admit it?"

"Hmm..." Castiel trailed off, he was too busy focusing on Dean, whom was currently flirting with the new barista.

"For an advanced literature major, you're lacking your articulation," I whispered roughly. I moved closer to him, "This is your conscience, you want to stick your penis in Dean Winchester's-"

"Charlie!" That certainly brought him back to reality.

"So how's your drink then?"

"What?"

"Your drink, stupid. Did he poison it?"

Castiel grinned a little, "Perfect as always."