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He shimmied through the stall door and stood up to face a hunched up boy. "Are you oka-" he began before his eyes landed on the ketchup mess everywhere. "HOW COULD YOU?" Cas screamed. "YOU ARE THE ONLY ONE WHO KNEW I WAS COMING AND YOU ARE THE ONE WHO POINTED ME TO THIS BATHROOM AND YOU DECIDED TO-" his voice trailed off and he wiped his nose with a piece of toilet paper before continuing. "And then you vanished at lunch, which was probably when you did this." He muttered angrily. "That's not what I was doing during lunch!" Dean protested. "Really? What was it then?" Cas spat out. "This morning these jokers stole my brother's stuffed animal that I'd had in a bag and they wouldn't give it back until I did this and so at lunch I went to my brother's school and dropped it off so he can stay the night at my uncle's house tonight and I'm really fucking sorry Cas," Dean rambled off and Cas looked up.

"But you did it. And didn't warn me about it. I hope you're happy with yourself." He said and began walking off before turning around and adding, "And for the record, My name is Castiel. No more of this Cas shit."

Dean was left sitting in the bathroom to think until the end of the school day.  "Why did I do this?" He asked before realising that without that stuffed animal, Sam wouldn't be able to fall asleep. By the time he'd dropped Sam off at his uncle's house he had decided that Castiel wasn't worth the extra stress. He was cute sure, but he couldn't let himself fall over him. He refused to.

He threw his bag in his room and grabbed his work outfit- a pair of black jeans and a polo that read "The Shaker Diner" across it in a pastel blue. Definitely not his normal style, but he wasn't in a place to argue over clothing. As long as he was paid he was happy. He scribbled out a note that read 'at work,' and stuck it to the fridge. Just in case his father had decided to come home early, which was unlikely, but had happened once before. He drove over to the Shaker Diner three miles away and began writing down orders on the phone and occasionally filling out a billing sheet.

An hour or two later he approached a booth full with people he assumed were his age. "Welcome to the Shaker Diner, what can I get for you?" He began and flipped open a notepad before looking up to see who all he was serving. He felt like he'd just ate way too much peanut butter and it was sticking to his throat because he was now looking at Gabe, Zeke, and Castiel all at one table. "Are you ready to order?" He managed to say, feeling slightly less confident. "Yeah, may I get a sprite cranberry and a whip filled pie?" Zeke asked and Cas began as soon as Dean had gotten it written down. "Could I have some fries and ketchup?" He ordered and Dean turned to Gabe. "And for you?" "Yeah, I think I'll take your tips for the night." He smirked and Dean cut him off with a flat no before walking away to place the orders.

Twenty minutes later as he was walking to go clear the table and grab dishes he found the whip pie face down and smeared into the velvet seat and words written across the table in ketchup. As he began reading what they said he felt like a sword had just cut through him. "Crying over a boy? Are you gay?" And with that he decided to leave early. As he was driving down the road his eyes watered over and he felt like slapping himself. 'I don't care about Cas.' He repeated to himself in his head until he could see clearly again.