Two days.

It had been two days since Dean had gotten the cast on his hand. Two days with nothing to do while his brother was somewhere out there, happily hunting some ghost - at least he was pretty sure it was a ghost - that had been killing local single mothers. It was like a dream come true; desperate, scared single mothers and he would've been the handsome hero saving them. But no, he had to stay at a shitty motel while Sam was being the hero.

For two days Dean had also been craving for coffee, but for some reason no amount of coffee he drank was enough to satisfy his cravings. Sam had said it was because the coffee wasn't the one Dean was missing, but Castiel. Dean thought different. He simply wanted coffee that had a hint of cinnamon in it, even though he hated cinnamon.

"Finally," Dean mumbled and got up from his seat as he saw Sam pull up to the parking lot. Before his brother even got the chance to get up from the car, Dean threw himself out the door and towards the Impala.

Earlier that day Dean had decided to just say fuck it and go get himself the damn coffee. He was craving for it like he would drop dead if he wouldn't soon get his hands on it. And, he also, kind of, wanted to see Castiel again. Maybe. It probably wasn't that, but Dean admitted himself that there was a small possibility it might be true.

"Dean?" Sam flinched when Dean hoppen in the car. "What? Is something wrong?"

"Starbucks, now," Dean commanded with serious face, having no need to explain himself.

"Wh- are you sure? Has something happened?"

"Drive!"

Sam stared at Dean in disbelief for a while before he turned the engine back on with an annoyed head shake. Dean didn't care, he just wanted to get moving before he would change his mind again.

After a while, Sam finally dared to speak up again: "Dean, what's this about?"

"I want coffee."

"You want- " Sam took a deep breath, obviously to keep himself calm. "You actually jumped in and screamed at me to drive to Starbucks, looking like someone would die if we didn't leave immediately, only because you want some coffee?" He raged as he somewhat violently parked the car at the side of the road so he could turn to face Dean. "Are you insane?"

"C'mon Sam," Dean laughed shortly. "I've been trapped inside for two days, and you're angry when I finally decide to go out?"

"Stop acting like an idiot, Dean!" Sam pressed his face in his hands for a short moment and let out a tired sigh. "It's great that you finally decided to leave your cave of self pity, but you could've just sat down and told me you want coffee."

"Right," Dean nodded with a smile. "I want coffee."

Sam shook his head with an annoyed eye roll, but turned the engine on again so they could keep going. "If you want your coffee, you have to tell me one thing."

"Sure."

"Are you going because you want to meet Castiel again?" Sam raised his brows with a know-it-all smirk on his face.

"What's this obsession about Castiel?" Dean asked, giving his brother a gentle punch on the shoulder. He then turned to look out the window and thought for a moment. "Yes," he finally mumbled.

"What?"

"Yes!" Dean repeated a little louder. "I'm going so I can see him again."

"I knew it!"

"Oh shut up."

Soon enough they reached the coffee shop, and Dean was able to get off the car so he wouldn't have to listen to his brother go on about how he had been right this whole time.

"Wait, Dean, do you want to go in alone?" Asked Sam as he jogged up to Dean.

They stopped at the coffee shop's doors, and Dean gave the idea a quick consideration. "Yeah," he soon answered slowly. "I'll manage better if I go alone."

After getting a nod from Sam, Dean entered the cafe, trying to mentally prepare himself for what was coming. He walked straight up to the counter, giving a wide smile to Castiel whose eyes seemed to light up as he realized it was Dean.

"Hi," Dean smiled, suddenly feeling very shy.

"Hello, Dean," Castiel greeted warmly, leaning on the counter so they would be a little closer. "What can I get you today?"

For some reason, the smile dancing in Castiel's lips made Dean's cheeks burn. He wanted to look away, but forced himself to keep eye contact with the man.

"Whatever you feel like making," Dean shrugged, earning an even wider smile from Castiel.

"I'll make you something you'll never forget," the man promised, and Dean could've sworn he saw a wink before he turned away to fix Dean the drink.

As Dean once again watched how Castiel prepared the drink for him, he couldn't help but notice how Castiel's coworkers kept staring at them both with stupid grins on their faces. Dean just knew they would talk to Castiel about him the same way Sam talked to him about Castiel.

"Is the hand any better?"

Dean turned his eyes to Castiel from the man's coworkers and gave him a little shrug. "Yeah," he mumbled. "I just can't stand not being able to work with it."

"Oh?" Castiel cocked his eyebrows, looking surprised. "What do you do then?"

"Uh," Dean hesitated for a moment. "I'm a hunter."

"Really? Killing deers and bears and stuff like that? Pretty manly," Castiel gave him a quick smirk before handing him the coffee. "I'm just a barista, but I think you already knew."

Dean let out a relieved laugh, mostly because he had managed to dodge any extra questions about his job. It was always awkward when people started to ask questions, because he didn't have the answers.

"Well, you're a great barista," Dean smiled.

"Thank you, Dean," Castiel locked his eyes on Dean's, and it felt impossible to look away.

"I, uh- I should go," Dean soon mumbled. "Sam's waiting, and he was already angry so, uh, don't want to keep him waiting."

"Just make sure you come back again."

"Sure thing," with a smile Dean turned on his heels and made his way out of the coffee shop, his head spinning wildly. He took a sip from his coffee, and after that he kind of automatically turned the cup around, not even slightly surprises by the text he found at the other side.

Or maybe it did surprise him a little bit, because a dumb smile was slowly creeping on his lips as he read through the text over and over again, feeling like a teenager having his first crush.

"Why are you smiling like that?" Sam's irritating voice forced Dean to raise his gaze from the cup to his brother. "Another one?"

"Another one," Dean nodded.

"Well?" Sam hurried him hastily.

"I seem to have lost my phone number, can I have yours?" Dean read with a smile that simply wouldn't go away; he couldn't stop smiling. The pick up line was stupid, cheesy and made him want to throw up, but it also made his heart kinda warm and his stomach all bubbly.

"That's, well, awful," Sam wrinkled his nose in pure disgust. "Forget him."

But Dean was already writing something on the cup; "I'm gonna do it."

"What?"

"Wait here."

With that Dean walked back inside and straight to the counter, where Castiel had just finished making a coffee for a petite blonde girl.

"Well that was fast," the blue eyed man laughed.

Dean gave him a smile, and placed his cup on the counter. "There's something wrong with my coffee," he informed with a low voice and a warm smile.

"What is it? Does it taste bad?" Castiel asked with furrowed brows, seemingly worried about his mistake.

When the man took the cup and after a quick inspection noticed the phone number written on the lid, Dean's smile got even wider: "I thought , maybe you could make me a new one when you get off from work?"

- author's note -

Thank you all for reading! Thank you for the comments and favorites, I really truly appreciate it! I'm bad at answering comments but I'm still so so thankful for every one of them!

If you enjoyed this fic and wish there was more, there is! I've started another fic with this universe and I've planned a whole series, so if you liked this, you'll soon get more of Dean&Cas!